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JUDITH OF TYRE 

A Drama in Three Acts 


BY 

MARTHA M. SEAVEY 



New York 

James T. White &. Co. 


TS 3S37 
£, 83 d 8 

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James T. White & Co. 
Copyrighted 1924 


MAY -3 ’24 

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CHARACTERS 


Solon, Merchant Prince of Tyre. 

Prince of Thrace. 

Melities, An artist from Carthage. 

Euraties, Solon’s Freedman. 

Ithobel, High Priest of Melkart. 

Obar, Second High Priest. 

Judith, Solon’s Daughter. 

Cleo, Judith’s kinswoman. 

Leila, Judith’s Companion. 

Phanna, Cleo’s Companion. 

Thasia, Judith’s handmaid. 

Masters, Foreign Princes, Slaves, Flower Oirl, Runners, 
Vendors, Citizens, Dice-men, Donkey Driver, Herald, 
Oracle, Acolytes, Messenger. 


EXPLANATORY NOTES 


Melkart 

Baal 

Baal-Shemesh 


\ The Sun-God. , Melkart means King 
I of City. Baal and Baal-Shemesh used 
f during Summer months meaning the 
) Summer Sun. Worshipped by men. 


Ashetrothe —The Moon. Goddess of Love. Worshipped 
by women. 


The Eight Kabiri —Gods of invention, civilization, 
medicine. 


Ashma —A Bat representing death. 

Ships of Tarshish —Large ships that sailed from every 
known port. 

Murex — Shell-fish from which the Tyrian die was made. 
Saic —A pleasure boat. 


JUDITH OF TYRE. 
Act 1 — Scene 1. 


Market place of Tyre. Booths and shops on either side. 
Festival decoration. General talking as curtain rises. 
Melities standing at one side. 

Flower girl 

Who’ll buy my flowers:, white lilies, roses red. 
Gay tulips from the fields of Lebanon. 

Here, clusters of sweet camphire-. 

Diceman 

This my throw! 

By Baal! I curse thy scurvy breed if thou 
Waitest not thy turn. Now, cease! Ho, fellow, 
cease! 

Wine V. 

Wine, wine, snow cooled from Hermon’s lofty 
heights! 

Drink long life to our Prince and his fair bride! 
Wine lifts thee from all care. One long, last 
drink. 

Wine, wine, red wine- 

(Passes on talking to by-standers) 

Runners 

I’ll race thee to the ships. 

Behold a silver piece to him who wins. 

(Crowd cheers and claps hands to encourage them. 
Enter F. Cit. hastening, jostling Melities.) 

Melities 

Ho, fellow, whither goest thou in haste? 

It grieves me much to watch thy over-speed. 

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A follower of Mercury thou must be 

And like to him have wings grown to thy feet. 

f. at. 

What is my speed to thee? Thou art, methinks, 
A very slothful clown. Yea, one who is 
Not much inclined to o’er-exert himself,— 
Except, perhaps, when summoned to his feed. 

Melities 

Ha, fellow, but thou hast a nimble wit. 

f. at. 

Yea, one to match my feet. 'Tis thus in Tyre. 
Melities 

With all thy wit, thou hast not wit enough 

To answer civilly a traveler 

Who chance to tarry here in thy great Tyre. 

f. at. 

What wouldst thou know? Give form to thy re¬ 
quest. 

Melities 

Tell me why ancient Tyre bestirs herself? 

What great event is this that throngs her ways; 
Causes her to flout her wonted dignity 
And turn both slaves and nobles on her streets 
All in the self-same hour? What purpose, friend? 

f. at. 

What say’st thou; in truth, thou dost not know 
What great adventure broods in Tyre today, 
Which brings together citizens and slaves, 
Priests, virgins, acolytes, and all the crew 
Of every mighty ship within our port? 

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Methinks thou must be one who hath but now 
Come hither by the latest caravan, 

Or on some foreign ship that seeks our port 
For apter name we call “barbarian.” 

Melities 

A pox on thee! Canst thou not answer me? 

F. Cit. 

Put out thy wrath. Yea, I will answer thee. 
This is the day when the great King of Kings 
Brings home a bride for our most gracious 
Prince. 

So Tyre both high and low doth issue forth 
To give a mighty welcome unto her. 

Melities 

Hast thou been chosen messenger by Tyre 
To bear her welcome to the coming bride 
That thou shouldst set thy speed to match the 
wind 

And like the wind to jostle harmless men 
With heedless caution if thou blast or bless ? 
'Tis hoped thy welcome to the Royal Maid 
Be not so boistrous as thine to me. 

F. Cit. 

I was a runner in the games last year. 

I cannot set my feet to slothful ones. 

How be it, I will walk more circumspect 
If thou wilt come with me and join the throng 
Who watch the galleys coming to their berth; 

A sight of dazzling splendor none can match 
In any port in all the world today. 

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Melities 

I have been fortunate, most worthy friend, 

In choosing my own advent to thy Tyre. 

I'd see thy glorious city at her best. 

Arrayed in hue as fits thy Tyrian dye. 

Is thy new Princess fabled, beautiful? 

f. at. 

Her beauty rumored dazzling as the day. 

In very truth ’tis said her queenly grace 
Is only matched by Ashtoreth herself. 

Melities 

By Pallas, it is well, I’ll come with thee. 

I fain would gaze upon thy Princess’ charms; 
For though I am a rank barbarian, 

Mine eyes hath pleasure ever to behold 
The beauties of fair maidens, high or low. 

I draw their lineaments on tapestries. 

f. at. 

My friend, thou’lt live thy lifetime here in Tyre 
If thou dost wish to draw fair effigies. 

Each maid in Tyre can furnish forth the grace, 
The beauty and the fashion for thy art. 

“Fair maids of Tyre”, so doth the proverb run 
Through all the cities of Phoenicia. 

Melities 

In truth, I’m fortunate in this my quest. 

r. at. 

Thou art. Come, haste, come haste to watch the 
ships! 

Behold here comes a motley crew, and thou 
Wilt be more turned and twisted round about 
Than e’er thou wert by me, so stir thyself. 

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(Exit F. Cit. Melities stands still. Two clownish youths 
chasing each other in buffoonery lift him, off his 
feet and turn him round and round.) 

Melities 

By Hercules! This a motley crew! 

They jostle, jeer, scoff, flout, taunt, mock and 
gibe; 

They dig their elbows into my poor ribs 
And push so lustily against my legs 
They toss me off my feet, though they’re not weak 
Nor are they dainty like to some fair maid’s! 
Certes! I would not leave my life in Tyre. 

I will be off and seek a saner place. 

(Exit) 

Flower G. 

Red poppies, they will give thee beauty sleep. 
Buy- 

Fruit V. 

Figs, ripe figs, and pomegranates and grapes, 

Fresh grapes, fresh-. 

(Donkey crosses stage with driver after him.) 
Donkey D. 

Head him off, oh, head him off! 

Flower G. 

Sweet violets from the banks of Litany. 

(Zither flayer passes slowly playing as he walks.) 
Glass V. 

Green crystals; cups in yellow, blue, and white! 
Cups for the wine! Glass baskets for fresh 
grapes. 

Buy, buy, fair maidens, jars for frankincense. 

Hail, buy a box to seal love tokens in- 

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Sweetmeat V. 

Dates honey steeped, sweet dates, sweet dates, 
sweet dates! 

Ripe figs, fresh dipped in wine, with honey 
mixed. 

(Enter a group of vestal virgins led by a priest. They 
sing and then dance the holy dance.) 

Hymn to Ashtoreth. 

Hail, gracious Ashtoreth, goddess immortal, 

Thou Queen of Heaven we praise, we adore. 

With deep humility, 

We bow, we kneel to Thee, 

Bless us kind Majesty, 

With Love we implore. 

Hail, noble Ashtoreth, bright Star of Heaven, 

Shining in splendor above golden Tyre, 

Beauty we offer Thee, 

Service we proffer Thee, 

Youth, wealth, we suffer Thee, 

Thy love to inspire. 

Hail, silver Ashtoreth, we are Thy virgins, 

In Thy vast temple our youth pledged to Thee. 
Flitting among the flowers. 

We spend the fleeting hours, 

Or in the fragrant bowers 
Enchantment are we. 

Hail, glorious Ashtoreth, what dost Thou render, 

Our youth, our beauty, our years which we spend. 
Goddess, Thou givest Love, 

Crimson cloaked, radiant Love, 

Passion’s mate, golden Love, 

Love, Love without end. 

( Curtain) 


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Act 1 — Scene 2. 

(In Judith’s apartment.) 

Judith 

The Princess whom our King brings home today, 
They say, is beautiful as is a dream 
And good as she is beautiful. Methinks 
A peerless bride for our most gracious Prince, 
She will win lustre to our royal house 
And thereby magnify great Tyre abroad. 

As lovely as a dream! What means that phrase? 
Canst thou not tell me, Leila? Thou art learned 
In all the achievements of a wondrous life 
Outside my father’s house, which I’ve not seen. 

Leila 

What a strange child thou art! How should I 
know 

The hidden meaning of the poet’s songs 
Whose music holds our ear, and thrills our heart? 
Methinks, my child, thou dost demand too much. 

Judith 

And didst my Leila never know a dream? 

Leila 

Yea, many times. 

Judith 

And were they always fair? 

Leila 

Not always, child, in truth of in night’s hours 
They’d me afright so deep, that my poor heart 
Would all but cease to beat; at other times 


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’T would beat so furiously, ’t would seem, alas, 
As if it had forgot I was its home 
And flee that home, without a by your leave. 
(Judith laughs softly.) 

Judith 

Ah, well I know such dreams, their horrid rage! 
Those shapeless, phantom things which come 
and go 

With hours unknown by us. I dreamed such 
dreams 

In those dark days, a year ago, my friend, 
When fever all but burned my young life out. 
But lovely as a dream, ah, Leila mine, 

Means not black visions of our fevered thoughts. 
My Leila, shall I tell thee what it means? 
(Judith speaks dreamily, softly.) 

It meaneth that fair dreams are dreams of love! 
Leila 

Hush, hush, my child. What knoweth thou of 
love? 

Judith 

More than thou think’st I know. What, deemest 
thou 

I’ll always be a child? long as I live? 

Thou thinkest wrong. I’ve done with childish 
things. 

Call me not “child” again. I am not one. 

I now am fifteen years and many maids 
Have households of their own when less in years. 
Leila 

Thou wert a tiny toddler at my knee. 

I heeded not the years that thou hadst passed. 
Ah, Judith, it doth seem but yesterday 
Thou sayest true; so swiftly time has flown 
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Judith 

That time is past. I’ll Judith be to thee, 

To others I shall take my rightful rank, 

The daughter of the richest man in Tyre. 

Didst ever thou, my Leila, dream of love? 

Leila 

Thy question hath a somewhat personal twist! 

J udith 

Forgive. But, Leila, hast thou? Tell thou me. 
Thou sayest thou hadst dreams, what formed 
their drift? 

(Pause) 

Mayhap I probe too deep, touch sacred thoughts! 
Thou art inclined to be most reticent. 

My Leila, I mistrust, if thou spoke true 
Thy visions of the night, of day perchance 
Holdest for thee some sweet remembrance 
Which thou dost hide, deep in thy own warm 
heart. 

(Musingly) 

'Tis thus with dreams of love. Ah, sacred Love! 
We hide it far away from prying eyes 
And only take it from its resting place 
When we alone may gaze on it with awe 
And revel in its wondrous possession 
As doth a miser o’er his bags of gold. 

I marvel not, my Leila, thou art dumb 
If thy fair dreams hath aught of love in them. 
Leila 

Why, Judith, hast thou ever dreamed of love? 

I am amazed thou knowest its mysteries. 

Where hast thou learned of love? Thou ever hast 
Been sheltered close within thy father’s house 
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And not a youth of Tyre had speech with thee! 
How hast thou come by this fell knowledge,— 
where ? 

Whom hast thy teacher been, not, surely, I, 

For not until this hour this subtle theme 
Hath e’er been spoke between us. 

Judith 

Thou art absolved 

From all complicity in my fell lore. 

My Leila, thou forgetest maidens grow 
In heart and thought, as well as height and 
breadth. 

They need no teacher in the art of love 
Save Nature, who is teacher of us all. 

'Leila 

Let not thy father know. He thinks thou art 
His little one who dreams of wondrous toys 
That he may purchase and bestow on thee 
And thus fulfill thy every hidden wish. 

If it stirs me to know that thou hast come 
Into the age of Nature’s mysteries, 

I dare not contemplate the dire dismay 
It may arouse in him. Hast thou felt love, 

My Judith? Hast thou seen a youth to love? 
Judith 

Once, Leila, months ago, one golden day 
My father bade me from his council hall 
Come to him there to cheer his weary heart. 
Thou knowest how my merry childish pranks 
Amuse him, rest him, win for him his joy. 

This day, time flew on fairy wafted wings. 

The hours to us were but short moments long 
Unheeded as they danced to Tyrus’ cave. 

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As from the sky, a man’s voice broke our play. 
My father rigid stood, I by his side 
Flushed, rosy, panting with uneven breath, 

My hand pressed to my wildly beating heart. 
“My Solon”, spoke the youth, his head bent low, 
“I have been waiting long to speak with thee. 
My time is short and not my own in Tyre, 

I pardon ask for this ungallant quest.” 

My father kissed me, loosed me, bade me go. 
The youth, his blue eyes fastened on my face, 
Seemed loath to have me leave the council hall. 
He smiled on me as would the great Sun-god. 
Then, Leila mine, I learned to love,—to love. 
My childhood vanished in that very hour. 

I knew him as the youth that I would love; 

The youth that I would leave my father for 
And go with him, I cared not whither, where. 
My father hailed him as the Prince of Thrace. 
Knowest aught of him? 

Leila 

I know not that I do. 

For many come to talk grave happenings 
With Solon, Prince of Tyre, whom I know not. 
Judith 

Not many handsome, young and fair as he. 

Leila 

I’ve heard of him. He frequents Cleo’s house. 
I’ve seen him not, my Judith. 

Judith 

’Tis as well. 

Thou knowest thou art lovely, thine own self. 
Thy charm is wonderful, far more than mine 
Because thou knowest things that I know not; 

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Things I've to learn and make success of them. 
My Leila, I no rival will endure 
So near my sacred dreams, as thou couldst be. 
Leila 

Put by thy teasing, child. 

Judith 

No, Leila, no. 

Thy cheeks like poppies flame. What meaneth 
that? 

Thou must a lover serve. Thou must be watched. 
Not as a rival, dear, I mean not that, 

But lest thou may, forsooth, e’er long leave me 
For one who would not love thee half so well. 
Leila 

My Rose of Tyre, distress thyself no whit 
Of that far future. Strong must be the love 
Which draws me from thy side. But, Judith, list. 
Be not too quick to give thy heart away 
Into the keeping of a handsome youth. 

Wait till thou knowest that his heart is pure; 

His high regard for thee a stalwart power. 

Trust not alone to beauty, Judith mine, 

But probe the heart to find what liveth there. 
Judith 

My Leila, I am one who longs for power. 

Love is the messenger who gives us power, 

For it is subtle, and its subtleness 
Gives us an insight into many things 
Which otherwise would lie too deep for us. 

Be not disturbed, my Leila. Trust thou me. 

I am my father’s child in more than birth. 

Leila 

The gods be with thee, Judith, in thy quest. 

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(Enter Thasia.) 

Thasia 

My Lady Judith, now the hour hast come 
Thou givest to the dance. The priestess waits 
Thy pleasure in thy audience hall. 

Judith 
I go. 

I’ll speak with thee upon this pleasant theme, 
My Leila, at a more propitious time. 

(Exit Judith. Leila leans her head on her hand and 
sits musing for a moment before the curtain drops.) 

Act 1 — Scene 3. 

Solon's Council Chamber. 

Solon 

Solon, thy destiny comes to its test! 

The Prince hath wed. The bride he brings to 
Tyre 

Hath beauty dazzling as the morning star 
When at the peak of her magnificence. 

A time of great rejoicing is at hand 
When Tyre welcomes from far distant lands 
Grand nobles, priests, consuls, ambassadors. 
Each ship and caravan bears priceless gifts 
To our young Prince and his most charming 
bride. 

Now will the royal court its pomp and power 
Show forth in sumptuous festivals and feasts,— 
The King of Kings surround his golden throne 
With trophies of the grandeur of his Tyre. 
When wine has made the royal guests content. 
The banquet reached its very topmost height, 

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Then calls the King before this brilliant throng 
Those who hath ever served him faithfully; 
Whose fealty is unquestioned and whose power 
Is thrown into the balance for His gain! 

I, Solon, Prince of Tyre, have faithful been. 
Methinks the King of Kings, great Over-lord, 
Will testify in deeds as well as words 
His royal will concerning my exploits, 

And give me honored place, high ’mong the lists 
Of them he would endow with royal gifts. 

Aye, look abroad on Tyre’s magnificence: 

Ships come to rest beside her huge stone docks 
And nestle there safe as a nesting bird, 

With wings o’erspread above her tender brood 
High in the cedars of mount Kasius. 

The city teems with men and merchandise, 

Is rich in silver, gold and precious stones; 

In linen fine and white; embroideries; 

Gay colored crystals, green like emeralds, 

Or like unto the sapphire, limpid blue; 

Or if the whim of them who seek for it 
Prefer the pure white crystal, whose clear font 
Mirrors the radiance of the wondrous bow 
Which spans the heavenly arch when tempests 
flee, 

Great Tyre, the queen of cities, grants each wish 
From her deep splendid stores of marvelous 
wealth. 

The Tyrian dye! Who hast not heard of it 
Or bowed before the beauty of its hue! 

Kings, princes, queens, grand nobles, ladies fair, 
Have garments Tyrian woven, Tyrian dyed. 
Thus, even Solomon, the Hebrew King, 

Who builded a great temple to his God, 

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Did make request of Hiram, King of Tyre, 
That all the craftmanship be done in Tyre. 

And so it was,—and done so perfectly 
That not a sound of hammer, chisel, axe, 
Marred the deep silences of his God’s house. 

And so it was, till now this Temple stands 
A monument to Tyrian craftsmanship. 

What’s been my part in this colossal scheme? 
Ah! Solon’s ships doth sail the distant seas! 

Amd Solon’s store house packs the caravan; 
Arid Solon’s looms weave Tyrian linens, silks; 
And Solon’s artists ’broider tapestries 
That drape the walls of royal palaces 
Or clothe the floors where kingly footsteps tread. 
Thus I give mighty tribute to the King. 

I pray the King give me my just reward. 

So I am now the richest man in Tyre. 

Methinks I comprehend why this is so. 

A Hebrew strain joined with Phoenician blood 
Gives double power of craft and intellect. 

Such power is mine. I use it as I wist. 

Hark! Comes my Judith, she, my little one, 

The only daughter of my lonely house. 

(Pauses while Judith enters and greets Solon.) 

Ah! What a child thou art! A winning child! 
Who knowest well thy father’s tender heart 
In all pertains to thee. What grave request 
Is trembling on the verge of thy red lips? 

A question ’tis of great import to thee. 

(Holds her off from him and gazes at her lovingly.) 
What toy is now the tip of thy desire ? 

If there be space for one thou havest not 
In those fair chambers that thou callest thine. 
Come, little one, express thy wish to me, 

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For know I cannot grant a wish unasked. 
Judith 

My father, thou hast said no truer word 
Than that thou canst not grant a wish unheard. 
My heart fears greatly, though, to voice the wish 
That trembles at the portal of my lips. 

Solon 

My child, thou may dismay! When were a time 
Thou askedst aught of me, straight from thy 
heart 

A token of my love, I have not given ? 

Think’st thou, perchance, thy father hast grown 
cold 

And lost his keen desire to favor thee? 

Think’st thou not so, my Judith, my beloved. 
While there is life for me, there’s love for thee. 
Thou knowest this, my child, my little one? 

Judith 

My father, well I know thou lovest me. 

Have I not tokens of thy tender love 
Since when a child I, weeping, came to thee 
Asking my mother’s life? I did not know 
The gods had thee bereft as well as I 
And that my sorrow echoed to thine own. 

Say not I think thee cold! Such truant thought 
Hath never shared my heart. I’d scorn such one! 
All serious questions I still bring to thee 
Expecting thou wilt solve them one and all 
As thou hast always done. Thou art so wise. 

I crave thy patience now, as oft before. 

Solon 

Thou seemest sad, my Judith. Thy request? 

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If thou haste not, thy wish will grow infirm 
And die of palsy e’er thou give it form. 

Judith 

My father, hast thou ever paused to note 
That I’ve grown older with the passing years? 
E’en now, thou thinkest I am still a child 
Content with childish toys and romping play. 
Solon 

My Judith, even so! 

Judith 

But I have grown. 

Time hath been working with me day by day; 
Hath wrought mysterious longings in my heart 
Which are not stilled with childish toys and arts, 
But long for great achievements e’en as thou. 

Solon 

My little one! I’ve lost my little one. 

(Caresses her.) 

Judith 

I fear it. Must this fact so sadden thee? 

Hast thou not always known that I must grow? 
Time trace his finger on my heart, my will, 

My childish form, my cheek, my lips, my 
thoughts ? 

‘Tis ever so, my father. Thou wast young. 
Time had his way with thee, so—he with me. 

We are Time’s pawns,—he moves us as he wills. 
Thinkest thou he moves me not? 

Solon 

I heeded not. 

Judith 

I have outstripped thy thought, but not thy love. 
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Solon 

Outstripped my love! Nay, Judith, never that! 
’Tis thou and Time hath ta’en me unawares. 

Ah, thieving Time, to steal my little one! 

Judith 

Yea, I have grown. So also my desires. 

Solon 

My little Judith, I have loved you so! 

Judith 

I realize thy wondrous love for me. 

I know ’tis not because thou lovest me less 
But that thou lovest me much, thou shelterest me. 
Thou knowest I love thee, as thou lov’st me. 

Solon 

Thou lovest me as deeply as thou canst. 

Judith 

Time, who hath wrought mysterious change in me 
Hath also had despotic sway with thee. 

He’s powdered thy black hair with flakes of 
snow. 

Thy cheek is pale, where once rode youth’s red 
flame. 

Years hence, he’ll lay thy tender heart at rest, 
And take thy shelt’ring arms from me, and then 
I shall be left alone to find my way 
Amid the perils thou now shieldst me from. 

Dost thou not deem it better I go forth 
To meet temptation e’er thou goest hence, 

So, if I find I am not strong enough 
To battle with the evils which I meet 
I still may seek the shelter of thy love, 

The shelter of thy house and of thy heart ? 

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Solon 

My little one, thou art my little one! 

Judith 

Once more, my father, when thy hairs are white. 
Thy steps grow slow, thy eyes grow dim with 
age, 

Who then shall take the burden of thy care,— 
Of all the great achievements thou hast won? 
’Tis only I, my father, whom thou hast. 

Let me go forth to learn each enterprise. 

Solon 

My little one, thou art my little one! 

Judith 

Who shall succeed to those stupendous works 
Which thou hast builded in our golden Tyre? 
Not I, if I know nothing of their worth, 

Nor how to make them grow as thou hast done. 
Thou seest, my father, that I am no child 
To keep locked up within a gorgeous house. 

I am thy daughter, thou hast given me 
A mind which longs to follow where thou’st led. 
Solon 

My little one, thou art my little one! 

Judith 

May I have Leila, my own household, slaves, 
My will to come and go as I desire? 

I would behold this mighty city Tyre 
From her own streets, not from our terraced 
heights. 

With thy permission, worship Ashtoreth 
Within the confines of her sacred house. 
Mayhap become a vestal virgin there, 

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My Cleo has her freedom, why not I? 

So all the noble maids of Tyre have theirs. 
Solon 

Thou knowest not, my Judith, what thou crav’st. 
Thou hast been sheltered in thy father’s house. 
Thou knowest not the wickedness in Tyre, 
Remember in thy veins runs Hebrew blood. 

I worship not the Tyrian gods, thou knowest. 

Judith 

My father, I was born in this our Tyre! 

What’er her faults, those faults are also mine. 
My father, I must test my quality; 

Must know temptation e’er I can resist. 

Must try my heart to know what lies within. 

If I shall win, ’t will fill thy heart with pride 
To know thy Judith is so much like thee. 

Solon 

My daughter, thou hast made a strange request. 
Presented thine own case, pled well thy cause. 
As Prince of Tyre, I grant thee thy desire. 

But as thy father, it makes sore my heart 
To know that I shall lose my little one 
Who’s lightened many hours of care for me. 

Thy father gives thee his full blessing, child. 
May God, Jehovah, have thee in His care. 

(Judith kneels while Solon blesses her.) 

Judith 

I thank thee for thus granting my request. 

I thank thee that thou hast not hindered me. 
May’st thou rejoice with Judith, maid of Tyre. 

( Curtain ) 


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Act 1 — Scene 4. 

Cleo’s house. A room of rare magnificence. Cleo and 
Phanna, her companion. Slaves and attendants. Cleo 
reclining on a couch. 

Cleo 

’Tis said the Prince’s bride is beautiful, 

She is from Carthage, so is one of us. 

Phanna 

My lady Cleo, ’tis most fortunate, 

Melities, craftsman, hath fulfilled thy wish 
And finished thy fine effigy today 
So that it may be seen of all the world. 

Cleo 

Most fortunate, my Phanna. Just behold 
How Lady Cleo’s fame will bud and bloom, 
While all the noblemen from lands afar 
Will pay me court, I am so beautiful. 

My Phanna, I would gather to myself 

And my small court all foreign princes, kings, 

So not a maid of Tyre would have one hour 
To write upon the tablets of her heart 
Of all the noblemen who visit Tyre. 

What triumph that for me! 

(Laughs softly.) 

Phanna 

Thou sayest true. 

Cleo 

Ah, I must dazzle all the men in Tyre 
With my magnificent, my glowing youth! 

I shall be sought more than the Prince’s bride. 

(Enter Melities carrying portrait which he places be¬ 
fore Cleo.) 


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Melities, hast thou drawn me beautiful? 

Melities 

I could not draw my lady otherwise. 

Phanna 

Thou sayest true, Melities, there are none 
In Tyre so beautiful. None to compare 
With Cleo, favored daughter of the gods. 

The friends of Solon’s Judith hath made claim 
She lovely is as any maid in Tyre. 

But I, I like her not. Her count’nance is 
Too full of childish innocence for me. 

I like the face which telleth one has lived! 
There’s not a trace of that in Judith’s face. 

Cleo 

How could there be? She’s never been abroad 
Outside her father’s house! What hath she seen 
To give her countenance life? What’s life to her? 
She’s never seen a youth to give her love. 

My kinsman, Solon, is so ’fraid for her! 
(Laughs.) 

He need not fear, such pure perfection’s slave 
Hath not a charm for men in Tyre today. 
Melities 

My Lady’s beauty’s rare, yea, even in Tyre! 
Behold this portrait! Speak I not the truth? 
The beauty of this curve from cheek to breast. 
The flashing eye, glowing with passion’s fire! 
White, pearly teeth, like snow from Hermon’s 
peak; 

Full, perfect lips which match the Tyrian dye; 
The rounded arms, soft, white, exquisite shaped; 
The dusky hair, luxuriant, waving free 
From queenly head to feet of matchless grace; 

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The strong, slim body,—sinuous, curving, lithe,— 
Like to a panther springing on his prey. 

My Cleo, when I take this portrait’s twin 
To Carthage, Egypt, Greece, my Lady’s fame 
Will like a conflagration sweep the world. 

Men hath not seen such perfect grace e’er now 
Save in a goddess. Thou art beautiful! 

Cleo 

The artist’s high regard of my poor charms 
Doth speak of them in gay extravagance. 

The Prince of Thrace pays court to me today. 
My just decision waits his preferment 
For thy good skill which shows my beauties forth. 
Melities 

Ah, Lady, I love thee! I worship thee! 

I lay my heart of heart at Cleo’s feet. 

Cleo 

Why at my feet, Melities? Tho’ they’re fair, 

I would not have thee cast thyself so low! 
Melities 

But take my heart, my Cleo, I wist not 
What thou may’st do with it, when it is thine! 
Cleo 

Melities, guard thy heart from proffered love. 
Judge not the Tyrian maid who welcomes thee 
As one who gives a sober thought to thee. 

Her welcome meaneth much, or nothing means, 
Just as caprice may sway her. Now beware. 
Thou deem’st our maids as maids of other lands. 
Not so. Our maids are freer in their loves. 

Great Ashtoreth doth have them in her care. 

No shadow comes to them while she doth watch. 
Enough. No stripling thou, or callow youth. 

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Phanna 

Melities doth not know our Ashtoreth. 

Melities 

Olympus rules the country of the Greeks. 

Osiris, Isis, Egypt’s deities. 

Acquaint me with the faith of Ashtoreth. 

Phanna 

Far out upon the Great Sea’s outmost shore, 
They tell me can be seen the pinnacles 
Of Ashtoreth’s splendid Temple of the Isle, 
Towering above the lone horizon’s rim. 
Magnificence untold doth dwell therein. 

A glorious font of wisdom, love and song. 

The matrons and the maids of golden Tyre 
Hath Ashtoreth, gracious goddess, for their own. 
Her Temple’s set in groves of cedar trees, 

And gardens fair enclose it on all sides. 

Rest arbors, overgrown with Sharon’s rose, 
Each fitted with luxurious cushioned couch, 
Meets one at every turn. Here maidens dance 
In robes of varied hue. Here joyance reigns. 
Youth, beauty, love and laughter capture all. 
The devotees are served with cakes and wine 
Which maids and matrons bring as gifts to love. 
Melities 

A charming place! Who, Phanna, enters there? 
Phanna 

They who would e’er forget time, space and care. 
Cleo 

Know, Phanna is a constant visitor. 

I go when I have need of services 
I cannot elsewhere find. It serves my ends. 

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(Enter The Prince of Thrace.) 

Melities, thy exalted patron comes; 

Hell say if thou hast shown my beauties forth, 
Hath caught my charm in this new sketch of me. 

Thrace . 

Hail, Lady Cleo, lovely as the star 
That watches o’er thy slumbers, guards thy 
dreams. 

Cleo 

Thrice welcome, Prince of Thrace. My simple 
court 

Is honored with thy presence. All our hearts 
Are won to thee by thy fine courtliness. 

Thrace 

Lady, I thank thee. Phanna, thou art blest 
Thou hast my Cleo’s presence constantly. 

Phanna 

An enviable possession! Youths of Tyre, 

And those who makest Tyre their learning place, 
Hath discoursed on this theme as thou hast done. 
I would, e’er many moons, my Lady’d find 
Custodian more worthy of this trust. 

With joy supreme my Lady I’ll resign 
To him who captivates her heart and will. 

Melities 

Evoke the gods the honor falls to me. 

Osiris, place the diadem on my brow. 

(Thrace goes to the 'portrait.) 

Thrace 

Melities, thou hast well performed thy task. 

The lovely lady Cleo, resting there 
Upon her golden couch, gleams with a light— 
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A brilliant, radiant, glittering, shining glow,— 
As if the glorious Sun-god had installed 
His lustrous crown of life on her fair brow. 
How canst thou draw thy effigies so true? 

They seem to live, to breathe the breath of life. 
As if they need but ope their ruby lips 
To speak their reverence of thee, my friend. 

I cannot praise thy wondrous gift too high. 

The Lady Cleo must be proud, methinks, 

To have herself revealed unto herself 
As not a mirror, burnished in our Tyre, 

Could have accomplished as thou hast, my friend. 

Melities 

The Prince of Thrace is lavish in the praise 
Of my poor task. Perfection cannot well 
E’en by my hand be mirrored otherwise. 

Thrace 

Melities, thou art modest of thy art. 

Thy fame shall grow, but not by thine own lips. 
Thy work shall praise thee with a thousand 
tongues 

Though thine own tongue shalt ever silent be. 
(To Cleo) 

My lady, thou shalt have one jewel more 
To add to that fair crown of loveliness 
Which rests so lightly on thy snowy brow. 

Thy portrait is a perfect piece of art 
Copying perfection in its perfectness. 

(Enter Judith, Leila and retinue. Cleo looks black.} 
Cleo 

Why, Judith, this a pleasure rare, most rare! 
’Tis many years since thou hast honored me. 

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What solomn quest hast coaxed thee from thy 
home? 

My kinsman Solon will be sore amazed 
To know his dove hath flown her gilded cage. 
Judith 

My Cleo, I must needs thy likeness see 
Which hath set Tyre aflame with wonderment 
That one so lovely in our city dwell. 

Thee I would also question of the feast 
The Queen gives at the palace for our bride. 
Thou dost attend, my Cleo, dost thou not? 

Cleo 

Have then, the gossips run so far afield 
That thou hast heard e’en in thy quiet halls 
The rumor of a portrait and a feast? 

Thou must be growing merry, Judith mine. 

In truth, I cannot so imagine thee. 

I will attend the feast. The portrait’s there. 

(Pause—Judith studies the 'portrait. Thrace studies 
Judith.) 

Judith 

Thy face, my Cleo, is so beautiful, 

Thy form too lovely to be thus arrayed, 

Or unarrayed mayhap the better term,— 

Thou hast been ill advised, my Beautiful! 

Cleo 

The artist thinks not so. He doth proclaim 
My fame will travel Egypt, Carthage, Greece. 
No goddess can surpass my beauty, child. 

None e’er so lovely as Cleo of Tyre! 

Youth, beauty, wealth, the world is mine, is mine! 

Judith 

My Cleo, I would have it so for thee. 

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Cleo 

I have no fear. I’ll win the world and love. 

(She 'presents Judith to the P-T and Melities.) 
Judith, the Prince of Thrace. Melities, he 
Who hath immortalized my many charms 
In effigy so true it seems myself. 

The Prince of Thrace, Melities’ patron here. 
Thrace from the North, Melities, Carthage, 

The splendid daughter of our golden Tyre, 

The Lady Judith, child of Solon’s house. 

My Lady Leila, Judith’s charming friend. 
(Aside) 

Judith 

Leila, ’tis he! The Prince of Thrace, ’tis he! 
Leila 

’Tis he! What dost thou mean, my Judith? 
Whom ? 

Judith 

The Prince of Thrace. ’Tis he, the youth I love. 
Leila 

I had forgot. Hush! Cleo watcheth thee. 

(Thrace coming toward Judith, smiling, speaking 
softly to Judith alone.) 

Thrace 

Ah, Lady Judith, so we meet again. 

My hope hath been an ever blooming flower 
Tho’ truth to tell, it hath been withering! 

I had despaired of seeing thee again 
Tho’ I have haunted oft thy father’s house. 
Thou wert so blooming, lovely in thy play. 

Thy likeness graven on my heart that day. 

I wonder not thou art thy father’s pride. 

(Cleo watches Judith and Thrace closely.) 

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Cleo (Aside) 

She smiles on him! She’s lost in ecstasy. 

What doeth it mean? Child! Ah, these quiet ones. 
The little fool! The Prince of Thrace love her! 
Dare she love him? Ye gods, strike out this hour 
From this day’s length. Make it oblivion! 

That she should meet him here in Cleo's house! 
I am mistaken. No, it cannot be! 

I must use smiles with her! My heart’s afire! 
(To Judith) 

Melities waits thy salutation, Jude, 

Courtesies are due my most distinguished guests. 

J udith 

Forgive, my Cleo. It is many moons 
Since I have been so far from mine own halls. 

I am confused, somewhat. Pray pardon me. 

It is an honor, Cleo, thus to meet 

The august Prince of Thrace, patron of art, 

Melities, greatest artist of his times. 

Shown by his truthful portrait of thyself. 

An honor to be Cleo’s guest. We bow 
To thy great beauty, glorious maid of Tyre. 

Leila 

In truth, my Cleo’s beautiful; methinks, 

More beautiful than Tyrus of the sea. 

The dainty nymph, cast from the white sea-foam, 
Her form her face less perfect is than thine. 
The portrait doth not flatter thee one whit. 

Our Ashtoreth didst have thee in her care 
And marshalled all her beauties at thy birth. 

Cleo 

I thank thee, Leila, for thy compliments; 

At leisure I will think on them once more. 

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Thrace 

Melities, thou hast heard me speak the name 
Of Solon, mighty man of mighty Tyre. 

The Lady Judith is his daughter. She 
The very light and life of all his days. 

From Thrace we came, to Tyre’s great King 
of Kings, 

To crave the privilege to learn of Tyre 
How her artisans their cunning doth achieve. 
The fame of Tyre hath reached our northern 
shores, 

So northern peoples send their sons to her 
To save her civilization for themselves. 

For this I came from my far Thracian home 
To learn the many crafts of Tyre, then teach 
To Thracian youths and maids this craftsman¬ 
ship. 

Your King was gracious, granting our request. 
Saith he: “Go thou to Solon, merchant prince. 

Of all the men of Tyre, he knows of Tyre; 

Her industries, her commerce, and her wealth; 
Her social life, her people, and her slaves. 
Whatever thou wouldst know, that he will know. 
He is the foremost man in Tyre today.”’ 

We sought thy Solon’s palace,—found him there. 
He did outshine the praise the King bestowed. 
Melities, thou dost know the gratitude 
We owe to Solon, merchant prince of Tyre. 

Melities 

My Lady Judith, thy most humble slave 
Greets thee. Felicitations to the Prince. 

Cleo (Aside) 

He knoweth Solon. Favors hath he had! 


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’Tis strange he hath not spoke of it to me. 

J udith 

Melities, verily thou hast paid thy debt. 

My Cleo’s portrait could not truer be. 

It is lovely as she is herself. 

Thrace 

Melities, thou art a true nobleman. 

Upholding Carthage's fame in golden Tyre. 

My Lady Cleo, couldst thou sing for us? 

Thy voice is beautiful as is thy face. 

When thou art playing on thy silver harp 
Thou playest on the hearts of them who hear 
With equal fascination, equal charm; 

Each feels the magic of the witchery 

Which flows through thy slim fingers to thy harp, 

From harp to heart, controlling both alike. 

My Lady Judith, may I sit by thee 
That thou mayst hold me to the earth, lest I 
Be borne away on wings of minstrelsy? 

Cleo (To attendant) 

Come, place my harp at hand, I’ll sing for thee 
A Tyrian melody I learned at court 
From Beri, the King’s hori of the song. 

The name is dual, “Passion” also “Love.” 

A silver ship sails a golden sea, 

A dainty saic with goss’mer sail; 

Love is the captain gay and free. 

The zephyrs waft a gentle gale. 

This fairy ship with Love as prize 

Seeks port where th’ gold sea meets the skies. 

Out of the foam of the flaming sea 
Arose a shallop of crimson hue; 

Passion, the captain bold and free, 

Sailed after Ix>ve and o’ertook him too. 

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He crushed the silver saic of Love 
He cast him adrift on the sea to rove. 

Alas! The saic with Love as prize 
Ne’er reached the port ’twixt sea and skies! 

Thrace 

A sad note in thy song, though gaily sung. 

Cleo 

No song so gay but hath a sad note in it. 

Thrace 

I give thee thanks, my Cleo. Surely thou hast 
All attributes to give thee happiness. 

Wealth, beauty, song, a fascination that 
Brings all of golden Tyre to worship thee. 

What more couldst wish? 

Cleo 

Ah! Time will tell thee that! 

Thrace 

True, Cleo. Fare thee well until the feast, 

If I can find thee. Thou’rt so walled with loves. 
My Lady Judith, I will part with thee 
And Lady Leila at thy palace gate. 

Once more, my Cleo, thank thee for thy song. 
Thy portrait is perfection mirrored twice. 

(Exit Judith, Leila, Thrace and Phanna.) 

Cleo 

Dost deem the Lady Judith passing fair? 
Melities 

When thou art near, my Cleo, none are fair. 

We part to meet once more and soon, my heart. 
Cleo 

Melities, in the vale of Laughing Brooks, 

In the temple garden of our Ashtoreth. 

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Within the Temple’s inmost holy court, 

Are couches perfumed with Arabia’s spice. 
There many maidens seek to find their loves. 

The lights are dim, the maidens beautiful. 

Two morns from now, I go to that fair vale. 

Be there upon that morn at my behest. 

If Ashtoreth, fair goddess, come to thee 
And bid thee follow to that inner court, 

Go thou with her. She’ll find a mate for thee 
Who will beguile the enchanted hours away. 

The priests of Melkart speak the oracles 
From Melkart’s gold temple of the Sun. 

Shut this tale close within thy heart of heart 
Lest one should steal thy mate and happiness. 
Now leave me to my rest. My day’s been full. 
I weary am. 

Melities 

I’ll come at thy behest. 

(Exit Melities, Cleo laughs softly after he has gone 
and as the Curtain falls.) 


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Act 2 — Scene 1. 


The grounds of the Temple of Melkart — Sun-god. Enter 
Thrace from R front. Cleo from R back. Comes 
towards Thrace eagerly. 

Cleo 

I saw thee passing through the Vale of Brooks 
And thither hastened to give thee welcoming. 

Thrace 

Thou art the heart of hospitality. 

My Cleo, are all Tyrian maids as kind? 

Cleo 

All maids be kind to thee, O Prince of Thrace! 
Thou knowest not so many maids of Tyre. 

Our maids are kind; not all are beautiful. 

Some maids are fair, like Judith, Solon’s maid. 
Think’st thou she’s fair? 

Thrace 

Not fair! She’s beautiful! 

Her lovely face fits well her lovely heart. 

Cleo 

Not beautiful as I? She is a child; 

I’ve lived the life of a true courtesan. 

But Judith, she’s lived not. A simple child; 

She knoweth not the noble maids of Tyre; 

She knoweth not that there are youths in Tyre. 
Her father’s playfellow! 

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Thrace 

It is as well. 

Cleo 

True she might be a menace unto me 
Were she a lady of the Tyrian court. 

She’s naught to me! I chanced to speak of her! 
She’s Solon’s dove, hath childish qualities. 
Dismiss her from thy thoughts, my Prince of 
Thrace, 

For thou hast me companion for the morn 
To taste of all the joys of Ashtoreth. 

Thrace 

Yea, I have thee. Will Judith grace the Vale? 
Cleo 

Methinks not so; for Solon keeps his dove 
Well caged within his lordly palace halls. 

From terraced heights behind the garden’s walls 
She may behold the multitude on the hill. 

She never yet hath taken any part 
In Melkart’s worship, nor his festivals. 

It would be better were she more devout. 

’Tis noised abroad she is a heretic, 

Her father, it is known, hath Hebrew blood; 

The Hebrew’s God they call a ‘Living God.’ 
The God they worship can’t be seen of men. 

The Sun, our god. We can behold his power. 
He is the source of every living thing. 

Thrace (Absently) 

Prince Solon’s worship’s strange. Cleo, farewell, 
Thou must have other friends awaiting thee. 

My Cleo is the star of courtesy. 

We’ll meet once more e’er day hath run his 
course 


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And Melkart given forth his oracles. 

Cleo 

But wait, my Prince of Thrace. I’d speak with 
thee 

Upon a matter very near my heart. 

Thou earnest here at my request. Knowest thou 
The full significance of what thou’st done 
In accepting challenge from a maid of Tyre? 

Thrace 

I am a stranger in your city Tyre. 

I’m not well versed in all her mysteries. 

Cleo 

I am so eager to enlighten thee. 

But give thyself into my custody 

And thou shalt have a day whose memory 

Shall be a dazzling light throughout thy life. 

I brought thee to this covered portico, 

These sacred groves, where I may speak my will 
Amd thou must have the courtesy to hear. 

These groves are Ashtoreth’s. While in their 
midst 

The maids of Tyre are in her tender care. 

So now I come to thee to speak my will. 

I love thee passionately, Prince of Thrace; 

I love thee for thy golden, curling hair. 

Thy deep blue eyes which hath a light in them 
As if the Sun-god rested in their depths; 

Thy smooth, fair cheek, thy lips like heaven’s 
bow; 

Thy arms so fair and white encircling me 
While resting my dark head upon thy breast. 
('She places his arms around her.) 

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Dost thou love me? Say yes, my Prince of 
Thrace. 

Thou must love me, I am so beautiful. 

The loveliest maid in Tyre now asks thy love. 
(Thrace puts her away from him.) 

Thrace 

Thy Ashtoreth hath not been kind to thee; 

She hath not filled my heart with love for thee. 

Cleo 

She will if thou but let her have her way. 

Thrace 

Cease, maid of Tyre, I love thee not. Plead not; 
Thou shouldst not cast thyself so low, sweet 
maid, 

To ask for love which is not freely given. 

Had I loved thee, I would have told thee so. 
Thou art too wonderful—thou shouldst be 
sought. 

Seek not to gain ungiven love from me. 

Thou dost forget thy rank, Cleo of Tyre! 

Cleo 

Yea, I remember nothing save I love. 

I give thee all, my heart, my body too, 

A plaything for thy love, my Prince of Thrace. 
Come wander through these cedar groves with me 
And e’er the night thou wilt be satisfied 
With Cleo, maid of Tyre, and of her love. 

Why art thou cold? Thou chilFst me with thy 
look. 

I kneel to thee. I never yet have knelt 
To any save to thee, my Prince of Thrace. 

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Thrace 

Thou must not kneel to me. Flee from these 
groves. 

I, too, shall go e’er thou beshame thyself. 

Cleo 

Thou shalt not leave these groves ’till thou hast 
given 

The word that binds me to thy heart—thy bride. 
I have thee in my power, that power I’ll keep, 
For thou art Cleo’s, hers, yea, hers alone. 

Thrace 

I want thee not. Thou’rt bold, unmaidenly. 

I will not link my Thracian name with thine. 
(Starts to leave 'portico.) 

Cleo 

Thou shalt be captured e’er thou goest far. 

I have had many loves whose truant hearts 
Rested beneath the Temple’s marble floor 
Till they were taken o’er the river’s brink 
By the black Shades who make Shoel their home. 
Thou shalt not go away! I’ll follow thee; 

Yea, to thy far famed Thrace I’ll follow thee! 

(Rushes to Thrace, clings to him as they exit together. 
Enter Judith and Leila.) 

Leila 

My Judith, why such haste? The oracles 
Hath not been given. No incense fills the air. 
The Prince of Thrace said not that he would 
come. 

Judith 

The Prince of Thrace doth occupy, but now, 
The smallest closet of my inmost thought. 

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Some portent hath a curious power o’er me. 

I cannot lag, my feet run of themselves. 

Leila 

This is a new experience to thee. 

Judith 

It is, and a momentous one, I feel. 

Something doth stir my very heart with fear. 
Behold the multitude on yonder hill. 

The great god Melkart must have weighty things 
To tell the people of our Tyre today. 

Not people only, but Queen, Princes, Kings. 
Today the oracle doth give the Prince 
The forecast of his wedded life in Tyre. 

Leila 

Come join the worshipers. The Herald comes. 
(Exit Leila and Judith. Enter Cleo.) 

Cleo 

Ah, me! He wants me not! He scorns my love. 
My proffered love—in this there’s agony. 

The passion which I held within my heart 
Came nigh to breaking, when I him beheld 
In mine own audience hall, though naught I said. 
Ah, me, he is a god! His fair, bright hair 
Waves in soft ringlets o’er his noble head; 

And his blue eyes have a soft light in them 
That melts the barriers to Cleo’s heart. 

’Tis this I love in him. Yea, him I love, 

Him will I love until time is no more. 

When I would e’en enchant him with my charms, 
Encircling his neck with my soft arms, 
Submitting my red lips for his first kiss, 

He flung me with the strength of a wild beast 
Across the portico, away from him. 

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My supplications were of no avail. 

I kneeled to him in frenzy of despair. 

He wants me not. He scorns me and my love. 
My love hath turned to hate, yea, bitter hate. 
(Pause ) 

I swear by all the gods I’ll have him yet! 

He little knows the rage of jealousy 
Locked in the woman’s heart whom he hath 
scorned. 

Ah, he is fair. They say the fair are cold. 

But I am dark. The fire that, smoldering. 

Lies fathoms deep within my tortured heart 
Shall bum his happiness to cinders. Yea; 

But is this passion hate? I fear ’tis love. 

Ah, me, I’ll love, I’ll love, till life’s no more! 

I still am young. I know I’m beautiful. 

A day ne’er passes that I am not told 
How beautiful I am in form and face. 

Men sing sweet praises of my eyes and lips. 

My peerless grace that charms and fascinates. 
Bah! All their adoration comes too cheap. 

They are not worth a fig, I want them not, 
Those things that I may have without a thought. 
(Pause) 

Can there be someone else whom he doth love? 
Some other maid in this great city Tyre, 

Who hath engulfed his heart as he hath mine! 
Yet when I taxed him with that penalty 
He swore by all the gods it was not so. 

I’ll cause him to be watched while he’s in Tyre; 
Then—if he’s told me things not true, beware! 
Ye gods, I’ll call to aid all my black arts 
And gather them in one fierce ’whelming blast 
And pour them out in one terrific blow 
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Upon that maid, till Shoel shall be to her 
A fleeting glimpse of Baal’s high holiness. 

1 swear by all the gods, thus shall I do. 

What Cleo cannot have, none other shall. 

It may be Judith he doth love. Ye gods! 

She loves him passionately. I saw it when 
She, standing by my portrait, spoke with him. 
He seemed not much impressed; his glance 
flamed not. 

He looked on her as if she were a child. 

But then, he’s fair; he’s cold, yea, he is cold. 

If he loves thee, thou Judith, thou art lost. 

And all thy house and princely wealth art lost! 
Not all the gods in heaven’s firmament 
Canst save thee from thy fate, for thou art 
doomed. 

Thou, thou a simpering child, to have my Prince! 
Ah, no, my Judith. Not while Cleo lives. 

(Curtain drops to denote passing of a few minutes. 
As curtain rises a multitude are gathered. Chorus 
of priests, acolytes and vestal virgins, with musical 
instruments, a golden image of Melfcart, a golden Ox.) 

Chorus (Singing) 

Sing to Melkart, the Sun-God supreme, 

Lift high his image, bow the knee to it. 

His image shall be set up in the high places, on his 
holy hill 

So that the Sun shall shine upon his likeness and all 
the people of Tyre behold it, bow before it and 
worship it. 

Adore the eight Kabari, the gods of our inventors and 
our vast commerce. 

And Eshum, the god who healeth our sick. 

Sing praises to Ashtoreth, the goddess of Love. 
Sing of the glories of Tyre, the King of Kings, 
her Princes. 

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Herald 

“To you it is commanded, O peoples, nations and 
languages: That at what time ye hear the 
sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, 
psaltery and dulcimer and all kinds of music, 
ye shall fall down and worship the Golden 
Image. And whose falleth not down and wor- 
shipeth not the Golden Image the same shall 
be punished according to the King’s com¬ 
mand.” 

Oracle 

A traitor walks abroad in Tyre today. 

Cometh the burden of the desert, of the sea. 

The whirlwind of the South, pass through, pass 
through. 

It comes across the desert, the whirlwind. 

Within the whirlwind lives a flaming fire. 

Cometh a grievous vision unto me. 

A treacherous dealer dealeth treacherously. 

A singing woman maketh melody. 

Upon her harp she maketh melody. 

She playeth with the fire, that is not quenched. 

Hail to the Prince’s bride, the King of Kings 

Hath many pleasures in his palaces 

But sees them not. Hark! Lo, the thunder sounds. 

Great Melkart, Ashtoreth, are well content 

With these their oracles. Haste, worship Baal. 

(Golden Image is placed on pedestal and all fall down 
and worship as instruments play a few chords.) 

Judith 

O Leila, come away! My flesh doth creep; 

I fear some fearful menace threatens Tyre. 


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Leila 

Judith, it groweth dark just like my heart. 
Judith 

O Leila, Leila, hasten to our home. 

My father, didst thou see him at the prayers ? 
Leila 

I saw not Solon nor his freedman there. 

Judith 

I saw Melities, Phanna, Cleo there. 

Melities passed into the Temple’s court. 

Leila 

The Prince of Thrace I saw with Cleo once. 
They passed into the groves of Ashtoreth, 

Then Cleo issued from the groves alone 
And hurried to the court Melities took. 

Judith 

My Leila, dost believe in Cleo’s love? 

Leila 

Her love for thee ? 

J udith 
Yea. 

Leila 

Cleo loves thee not. 

Judith 

Yea, so it seems to me, though I love her. 

She’s been my playmate and my friend ’till now. 
Why doth she change, my Leila ? I know not. 

(As Judith starts from stage Thrace comes from side 
and speaks with her. Leila exit.) 

Thrace 

My Lady Judith, may I come with thee? 

The multitude might trample ’neath their feet 
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Thee and the Lady Leila. ’Tis not safe 
To have thee travel by thyself alone. 

Judith 

’Tis safe enough; our litter’s just outside. 

I still am at my father’s house. Come there 
If thou wouldst talk with me. But soon 
I’ll have a household of mine own, with slaves, 
Like to all other noble maids in Tyre. 

If thou prefer, wait. Come to see me there. 
Thrace 

I pray thee, do not leave thy father’s house. 

Stay where thou art. Thou art much safer there. 
Thy father loveth thee; he groweth old. 

My Judith, leave him not in his old age. 

I love thy father, and I fear that he 
Will miss thy youthful presence from his house. 
Judith 

Why speak of this to me? Who gave thee leave 
To counsel me? Thou dost presume too much. 
Thrace 

I do not mean it so. Pray me forgive. 

My Judith, all thy people worship thee, 

From Solon, Prince of Tyre, to thy least slave. 
Why wreck their hearts by having thine own way 
When thou canst have it in thy father’s house? 
Art thou not happy there, my Beautiful? 

Judith 

Why art thou pleading for the Prince of Tyre? 
What can it mean to thee if I stay there 
Or if I have a household of my own? 

Thrace 

My Judith, didst thou hear the oracles? 

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Judith 

I did, my Prince, and I am terrified. 

Thrace 

Think not thou shalt be safer, then, with him? 
My Lady Judith, I love thee! Love thee! 

I love thee with a love which knows no end. 

A danger threatens thee and noble Tyre. 

I did not know I loved thee until now. 

Thy threatened danger gave birth to my love. 
My Judith, dost thou think thou couldst love me? 
Judith 

To Cleo hast thou said the same, my Prince ? 
Thrace 

Nay Judith, I have not. I love her not. 

My Lady Judith, wilt thou be my wife? 

Judith 

Thy question is ill-timed, my Prince of Thrace. 
The Lady Leila waits; so, Prince, farewell. 
Thrace 

And may I see thee in thy father’s house? 

Judith 

Yea, my father’s house. Till then, farewell. 

(Exit Judith R. Thrace watches her a minute then 
exits L. Cleo comes from hack of stage.) 

Cleo 

So it is Judith whom thou lovest. So! 

I feared as much. O Thrace, thou knowest not 
The power I have to break thy life and hers. 
Thou didst not lie to me, thou knewest not 
Thou lovedst Judith, Solon’s little dove. 

But—I shall break thy life; shall break her life. 
I swear by all the gods, thus shall I do. 

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(Enter Melities.) 

Melities, hast thou had a perfect day? 

Is Ashtoreth our goddess pleased with thee? 

She must be pleased with one so newly famed, 
So handsome and so brave a man as thou! 

Didst Ashtoreth provide a lovely mate, 

Who gave thee all the pleasures of the grove? 
Melities 

How hast my Cleo fared? Hast thou had thy 
desire ? 

Thou knowest, Cleo, how my day’s been spent. 

I knew thee not, in thy white vestal robe. 

Why didst thou hide thy lovely face from me 
With the white veil? Wast thou afraid of me? 
My Cleo hadst no reason thus to be. 

The maidens whom I watched in yonder groves 
Hid not their charms from him they would 
enchant. 

Thou modest art, thou lovely maid of Tyre. 

Cleo 

And thou art pleased, Melities, art thou not, 
That she thou lovest is a maiden chaste? 

Melities 

The gods can give me nothing I desire 
More than thyself, my lovely Cleo, mine. 

Cleo 

Melities, I am deep in love with love, 

So let us take our fill of him today. 

(Offers him a glass of wine.) 

Drink, now, Melities, to our Ashtoreth, 

She doth alone know every Tyrian maid. 

She knows the youth each Tyrian maiden loves. 
Melities, she knows thee, what’s in thy heart; 

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She knows thy patron, the fair Prince of Thrace. 
She knows how doth the Prince sing forth thy 
praise 

From mom to misty night, from night to morn. 
From ev’ning’s golden glow to when the sun 
Doth ride his flaming chariot to meet the mom. 
He is a friend in truth, the Prince of Thrace. 
Come drink libations to thy patron. He 
With seething passion loves us both! More wine. 
(While talking, she puts a powder in his wine.) 
Melities 

Come, let us wander ’mid the fragrant flowers. 
Bathe in the limpid fountains of the groves. 
Come, let us taste the joy, the mirth of youth, 
For we are young, my Cleo, thou and I. 

We sip each pleasure as it comes tonight. 

We know not what the morrow may bring forth. 

Cleo 

I would commune with thee as fly the hours. 
Come let us rest upon this rustic bench. 
Melities, thou dost love me, dost thou not? 

Melities 

My heart is burning with desire for thee. 

Cleo 

Thou art not cold as is the Prince of Thrace. 
Thou’lt give me everything I ask of thee. 

For well I know thou lovest me as life. 

Melities 

Yea, Cleo mine, ask what thou wilt of me. 

No gift too costly but Ill give it thee. 

My life, my fame, I lay them at thy feet. 

Thou art the star which guides my every step. 

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My life which is, my life which is to be. 

My day, my night, my every waking hour 
To thee alone is pledged. Thy wish is mine. 

Cleo 

Yea, I will keep thee close unto thy pledge. 

I to my litter now, thou follow me. 

’Till evening we will rest within my house. 
Tonight a darkened moon will watch o’er Tyre. 
We’ll walk abroad tonight and pledge our love. 
We’ll fill our lives with glorious happiness 
And Tyre with light more brilliant than the 
stars 

More terrible than is the Sun-god’s light. 
Melities 

A wanton night. A fitting night! A night 
Of glorious love with Cleo, the divine. 

Cleo 

Thou sayest true, Melities, mine alone. 

( Curtain ) 


Act 2 — Scene 2. 

(In Solon’s Garden.) 

Solon 

Come, Leila, rest upon this bench with me. 
I’d speak to thee of Judith and this whim 
Which suddenly possesses her. Thou knowest 
The elements of which it is composed. 

That she should have a palace of her own, 
Slaves for her household, ample legacy, 

To live as do the princesses of Tyre; 

To order her own life as she sees fit; 

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To mingle with all other maids of Tyre 

In all th’ amusements that may please her will. 

I like it not. Tyre seethes with wickedness. 

I’ve been so jealous that no unfit word 
Should e’er be spoke before her, I’m averse 
To giving her completely to herself. 

Leila 

Young maids will grow, restrain them as we will. 
Solon 

True, Leila. But she wants thee to go too. 

Leila 

I have been happy with the child. 

Solon 

No doubt. 

I shall fare ill to lose both thou and her 
The selfsame day. I shall be sore bereft. 

This palace be a prison house to me. 

Leila 

In truth it will, my Lord. 

Solon 

How comes it so 

That Judith hath within a moment’s time 
Cast off her childish toys for woman’s wants? 
I’m out of patience with her, troubled too. 
What explanation hath she given thee? 

Thou hast her confidence. What’s it about? 

Dost know, my Leila? Thou a woman art 
And surely thou canst read a woman’s heart. 

Leila 

I think my Judith is in love, my Lord. 

Solon 

In love! In love! With whom? 

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Leila 

Ask Judith, she 

Can tell thee more than I. I would not tell 
Not even thee what she hath told to me. 

Solon 

Dear, loyal friend. O, what a prize thou art. 
Hast always been since my home has been thine. 
When my dear wife went hence, long years ago. 
Thou earnest then to be our comforter; 

So thou hast been through all the weary years. 

Leila 

It’s been a pleasure for me so to do. 

Thou wilt be lonely when thy Judith goes. 

I feared the shock to thee, when thou didst know 
That Judith loves. 

Solon 

Who can it be? How strange! 

I cannot yet believe she's not a child; 

That she has now put off her childish wants! 

Leila 

Thou’st been too occupied with other cares 
To note how time hath flown. It runs so fast, 

So daring with our little ones! 

Solon 

Too true. 

I need not tell thee how it rends my heart 
To know that she, my little one, my child, 

Has grown to love one other than myself. 

It is the saddest part of this earth life 
To see the babe we've reared to womanhood,— 
Without a thought if it grieves us or not— 

Give love to someone whom they scarcely know; 
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Go with them, happily, to some distant land; 

Bid us farewell with joyous, smiling lips 
And leave us shorn of love, of all worth while. 

My every thought has been alone for her. 

I deemed her thought must be alone for me. 

’Tis selfishness, I know, rank selfishness. 

If maids thought thus, the homes were few in 
Tyre. 

As it has been, so it must ever be. 

We raise our children for the good of all. 

Our God is good! Is good! 

(Musing) 

Leila 

Yea, He is good! 

It will be lonely for me here, my friend, 

When Judith goes, if I go not with her. 

In truth my work is done when she goes forth. 

I shall return to Syria, my home. 

My interests there need me. I need the rest. 
For one lives pleasantly, but swift, in Tyre. 
Solon 

Couldst thou not reconsider thy return? 

I need thee more than thy estates need thee. 
The time elapsing e’er the changes come, 

At least, thou shalt stay here? My Leila, hark. 
I need thee for companion now, my friend. 

Wilt thou be my companion and for life? 

I’ve loved thee, Leila, ever since the mom 
I saw thee press my Judith to thy breast. 

The years flew by. I heeded not their flight. 

I was immersed in schemes of wealth and power. 
I finished one, and e’er that one was cold 
Another waited, ready to my hand, 

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With power beyond the first. So thus I raced 
Forgetting everything but wealth and power. 
My Leila, canst thou take me as I am? 

Leila 

My Solon, I will be thy wedded wife. 

I’ve loved thee patiently for many years. 

Solon 

This question I’ve neglected to ask thee 
Because I did not feel the want of thee 
For thou wast here. I did not feel thy loss. 
But when thou sayest thou must go, ah, then, 
“It is not good for man to be alone.” 

I humbly ask forgiveness for my slight. 

Forget the years I’ve loved thee less than power, 
And make a place for me in thy warm heart. 

Leila 

Thy place is there already, Solon, mine; 

There’s not a space in it thou dost not fill. 

Solon 

Thy answer is true happiness to me. 

The years which come, I’ll spend for thee alone. 

Leila 

If such is true, then I shall be most blest. 

Thou art a man whose love of power has taken 
Thy younger years till thou wast satisfied. 
Thou’st drained the cup of power to the last 
drop. 

Thy years from now be spent for happiness 
Because thou’st won all that thou coveted, 

Then happiness for me has been delayed. 

I’ll happier be because it was delayed. 


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Solon 

Thou sayest true, my Leila, my dear wife. 

My Leila, thou art tender, sweet and true. 

Thy cheeks art flaming with the wondrous hue 
Of heaven’s arch when Melkart goes to rest, 

At close of day. My years and thine, dear heart. 
Are closing too, and with a golden glow. 

Go thou to Judith. Tell her of our love. 

’Twill make her happy for she loves thee well. 

Leila 

She taxed me once with having dreams of love. 
Now she will know my love dreams were of thee. 
Our love is quiet, Prince, but beautiful. 

Solon 

So beautiful, my Leila, that its light 
Dazzles my eyes to look on it; therefore I 
Enclose it in my heart and there, dear one, 
Thou’lt find it always shining clear for thee. 

I go tonight to grace the great King’s feast, 
Where he doth recompense the noblemen 
Whom he delights to honor with rewards. 

Thou'lt share in all rewards which come to me. 
I’ll lay my honors at thy feet. One kiss. 
(Embrace as curtain falls.) 


Act 2 — Scene 3. 

(In the dye works of Solon.) 

Cleo 

This is our night, our night of wanton joy, 
The night in which fair Judith is despoiled; 
The night in which fair Cleo reveleth 
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In her revenge,—in her supreme revenge. 

Ah, Judith, thou art doomed. Thy love is doomed. 
Thy wealth, thy beauty, all thou hast art doomed. 
For Cleo, e’er this inky night is o’er, 

Shall raise a conflagration such as Tyre 
In all her valiant history n’er hath seen. 
Melities, ’tis a splendid, glorious night. 

And thou shalt have a part in it, that part 
Which thy fair Cleo canst not do alone. 

We waste our time. Come, fool, now to thy work. 

Melities 

My—m—y Cleo, what thou—thou wish me to 
perform ? 

Cleo 

The poison works. His thoughts are half asleep 
Poor, clouded fool, he knows not where he is. 

He acteth like the apes from foreign lands. 

He doth not know if he’s himself or not. 

Now Cleo thou canst do whate’er thou wilt. 
Thou hast a ready servitor at hand. 

( Laughs ) 

I’ve never been in this vile place before. 

Behold the wondrous silks which hang about. 
Ah! There the tapestries Melities draws— 

A hunting scene. Behold! I’m there, and there! 
Ye gods, my face is everywhere about. 

It hurts me much to bum these tapestries. 

See, there I’m riding by the great King’s side! 
Yea, they must burn. ’Tis part of my revenge. 
Yea, though it were myself which burned, by 
Baal, 

I’ll stop at naught. Revenge, I say, revenge! 


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Melities 

My Cleo, thou art beautiful. My love! 

My Cleo, thou hast said this is our night. 

Cleo 

Melities, rightly said. Our glorious night. 

Thou callst my wandering thoughts back to 
revenge. 

Melities, follow me. Come to this side. 

Thy work is here. Here, bear with me this task. 
Behold this fire. Here, take this bulky staff, 
Bring forth those cinders; scatter them about; 
Drag down those silks, those Tyrian tapestries. 
Aye, strew them o’er the coals. Blow well the 
blaze. 

They burn! They burn! The gods be praised, 
they burn! 

Melities 

My Cleo, are we on the desert sands? 

My breath comes hot. It is a wanton night. 

It is the desert night. Ah, I must sleep. 

Come, rest within my arms, my Cleo, rest. 

(Melities falls asleep on the floor near the fire which 
slowly creeps toward him. Cleo kicks him.) 

Cleo 

Thou poisoned fool! The drug hath got him fast. 
He’s done my work. ’Tis all I want of him. 

He thought I loved him. Bah! I loved him not. 
Like all the rest, he was too easily caught. 

’Tis Thrace I love; Thrace, and my grand 
revenge. 

Ah, Judith. Thou hast now to deal with me. 
Revenge. The word is sweet unto my ears. 
Behold yon sleeping fool. A maudlin fool. 

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Thrace loves him,—I will take his wits from him 
And give him back to Thrace a witless man; 
Then Thrace will know what ’tis to scorn my 
love. 

Behold the fire! It taketh hold at last. 

Hist! Some one cometh; I will hide myself. 

I wish not to be seen in such a place. 

I must be careful, e'en the walls have ears. 

The footsteps pass, and I may breathe once more 
(Turns towards Melities on the floor.) 

Farewell, Melities, may thy second love 
Think more on thee and less upon thy art— 

If thou hast wit enough to follow it 
When this night passes thee. Now, fool, fare¬ 
well. 

If e'er we meet once more my debt be paid 
To e’en the smallest coin now left in Tyre. 

My great plan grows. E’en our all highest King 
Was gracious when I spoke with him this day. 
The fire grows hot. Melities, pleasant dreams. 
Twice, then, farewell. My hate hath o’erthrown 
thee. 

One link forged in the chain that will at length 
Draw Thrace and Judith, Solon, all these vast 
Far-reaching industries to death and shame. 

(She starts to leave. Hears someone coming. Hides 
behind one of the vats. Thasia enters; seeing Melities 
tries to waken him. Solan enters but is seized im¬ 
mediately, gagged, bound and led away. Cleo 
laughs softly.) 

My plan works well. The slaves revolt, the fire 
Eats Judith’s wealth, and Solon’s gone for aye. 
O praise the gods! My vengeance worketh swift. 
(Exit Cleo.) 


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Crowd 

The slaves revolted have. The slaves. The slaves. 
Our Tyre is ravished by their wantonness! 

(A terrific commotion outside by the crowd.) 

Thasia 

The house in flames! The wealth of Tyrian silks 
Is doomed, is doomed. Ye gods! Melities, up! 
Melities 

Cleo, my love. I dream, I dream of thee. 

Thasia 

Awake, my lord, the dye house is on fire. 

Melities 

Art thou my Cleo? 

Thasia 

No; awake, awake! 

Crowd 

The slaves, the slaves! They slay their masters, 
slay! 

Tyre bums! Fire, Fire! The slaves are in re¬ 
volt! 

Arise and flee the wrath of slaves! Fire! Fire! 
Melities 

I feel so strange. Am I awake, or sleep? 

I feel the desert's breath; ’tis hot, ’tis hot. 
Thasia 

My lord, awake! We bum! 

Melities 

I cannot wake 

My eyes, my eyes! They’re burned, I cannot see! 
I cannot open them. I nothing see. 

Thasia 

O, try to come. 


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Crowd 

O Melkart, save us! Save! 

Melities 

I must awake! I must exert myself. 

There seems a strange, shrill singing in my ears. 
Thasia 

It is the sound of fire. It rageth round. 

If thou haste not we’ll both be burned to death. 
Thou art my Judith’s friend. I will save thee. 
Melities 

I cannot see, but now I feel the fire. 

I am awake, I am awake at last. 

What is this? Fire? Where am I? ’Tis so strange. 
Crowd 

Fire! Fire! Our golden Tyre is doomed, is doom¬ 
ed! 

Thasia 

I tell thee thou art in the drying room 
Of Solon’s dye house, and ’tis being burned. 

And Tyre is burning, and we will be burned 
If thou haste not. Come, get upon thy feet. 
Melities 

Asleep and in the dye works. What is wrong ? 
Have I been working on the tapestries 
And fallen asleep? How came I here, my maid? 
Thasia 

O haste, O haste. Come rise upon thy feet. 
(Melities tries to stand hut falls hack.) 

Melities 

I cannot stand. I do not own my feet. 

Thasia 

Then eanst thou crawl? Come on thy hands 
and knees. 


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Melities 

I cannot see to walk. What shall I do? 

Thasia 

I’ll drag thee forth. I’ll care for thee, my lord. 
Crowd 

O, Melkart, Ashtoreth, save golden Tyre! 

To th’ ships! To th’ ships. The slaves! 

(Shouting and commotion outside by crowd as curtain 
falls.) 


Act 2 — Scene 4. 

In Solon’s garden. 

Judith 

Tell me some more about thy Thracian youths. 
Dost thou remember nothing touching them 
E’er thou wast brought a captive from thy home? 
home ? 

Thasia 

The youths of my dear land are tall and fair. 
Their noble heads with clustering curls o’er- 
spread. 

Smooth, handsome faces, winning with a smile. 
Bold, deep blue eyes, dancing with merriment 
As dance the waves of yonder far girt sea. 

And O! They are so good and strong and brave 1 
Loving their Thracian maids with love sincere. 

Judith 

They surely must be gods. No common youths 
Could hold to a description such as thine. 

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Thasia 

They’re truly gods among the youths of earth. 
Judith 

And didst thou love a Thracian youth thyself? 
Thasia 

I was not old enough to love; but one 
I could have loved had I not lost my home. 

He was my kinsman and a valiant youth. 

But I’m a captive. I ne'er think on love. 

Judith 

My Thasia, thou no slave nor captive art. 
Though thou wast bought with Tyrian gold, 
thou knowest 

I’ve always loved thee as my other self; 

Held thee as second daughter of my house. 

Thou art as learned as myself; thou hast 
The same accomplishments. Of freedom, more. 
It grieveth me to know thou hast not been 
A happy captive in my father’s house. 

Forget thou art a captive, dearest one. 

Remember only that I love thee well. 

Thasia 

Yea, Judith, thou a kind friend art to me, 

But yet thou canst not know the loneliness 
Of a small captive maid so far from home. 

Thou knowest I was born of noble blood, 

And noble blood is hard to tame, Sweetheart. 

Judith 

I had not thought of that. I only thought 
I’ve tried to make thee happy as I could. 

Thasia 

I long for my dear land; my own fair friends; 

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My father, mother, brothers, where are they? 

I wish we could assemble once again 
At our own home far set in Thracian fields. 
Judith 

A Thracian youth is visiting in Tyre. 

He comes to visit me when the Sun-god 
Sinks to his rest beyond the mountain heights. 
Dear, I must have him to myself tonight 
But when he comes again, Ill call to thee 
That thou mayst talk with thine own country¬ 
man. 

Now, Thasia, it grows dark, so run away. 

I want no rival near my side tonight. 

Thasia 

My Judith has my love and promise too. 

(Thasia exit. Judith watches her then seats herself on 
a bench near by. In a few moments Thrace comes 
on behind Judith. He stands looking at her before 
she turns. He kneels at her feet and kisses her 
hand which she gives in welcome.) 

Thrace 

My Judith, this is joy unspeakable. 

Olympus’ court hath been with me today. 

One god, though he employeth all his skill, 
Could not mete out to me in one day’s time 
The joy, the ecstasy, the perfect bliss 
That I have felt today. So, my beloved, 

The gods, each one, contributed a share 
Towards my high happiness and thine. 

My peace is measureless. High as the clouds, 
Deep as the great blue seas that kiss the shores 
Of thy most charming city—golden Tyre. 

A question I have asked thee, my beloved, 

A question I have never asked before 
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Of any maid, because I loved them not. 

I have had many captives in my train; 

Maidens of every nation, race. But I,— 

I knew not what love meant, but now I know,— 
And, Judith, it is thee. Pure love is thee. 

Dost thou love me, my Judith? Wilt thou come 
To Thrace with me and leave thy Tyrian home? 

Judith 

I love thee and will go with thee, my Prince, 
Wherever thou dost wish to have me go. 

I gave to thee my heart, my Thracian Prince, 
When I a budding maid, a romping maid, 

Stood by my father’s side with rumpled hair, 

In wanton disarray from childish games 
Pleasing my father with my merry pranks. 
Thou earnest upon us then so suddenly, 

When thou didst speak, I took brave look at thee. 
Then, Prince, came love; came as a lightning’s 
flash, 

And filled my heart with a consuming fire 
Which hath not ceased to bum until this day. 

My childish life slipped off, my Thrace, and I 
Have been awaiting love’s and thy sweet call. 

Thrace 

And I have come, my Judith, to thy side. 
Through all the years, through wild experiences; 
Through care-free youth, maturer wanderings; 
Through war’s dark ways and simple ways of 
peace, 

I ne’er beheld a maiden I could love. 

I deemed it strange; comrades derided me. 

To what advantage? Love was not for me. 

Or so I thought. I understood it not. 

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Judith 

But thou dost now? 

Thrace 

Ah, perfectly, beloved. 

We deem we’re traveling the broad seas of life 
By a sure chart that we have drawn ourselves. 
But no, my love, our mortal sight is short. 

It is the gods, me thinks, with surer gaze 
Who keep our path upon the parchment roll, 
Guide our feet that we may walk thereon. 

Left to ourselves we’d wander back and yon, 
Having no port ahead to hold our ship. 

Judith 

Ah, it is strange, my Thrace, that thou shouldst 
come 

So far aw r ay from thy fair Thracian home 
To find the one thou lovest,—who loves thee. 
Thou dost not seem a stranger, though, to me. 
And wast thou happy in thy childhood’s play? 
And wast thou happy in thy boyhood’s dreams? 
Thy youth’s endeavors, were they wonderful? 
And art thou one who serves, or served must be? 
Hadst many brothers, many sisters fair? 

O, I shall love them so! I know I shall. 

For they are thine and soon they shall be mine. 
Tell me these things, my Thrace, for thou art 
mine. 

Thrace 

I but one sister had and she was stolen 
From out our Thracian fields while at her play. 
It broke my mother’s heart; e’er many months 
She joined the Shades and left us desolate. 

My brothers all were older than myself. 

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My sister was my playmate. I cared not 
For play when she was gone. I joined the wars. 
Since thou dost know so little of my life 
I’ll tell thee in a song I’ve writ to thee. 

Fair Judith of Tyre. 

Fair Judith of Tyre, I came from the Northland, 

A youth heedless, reckless of sorrow or joy; 

An arrogance, wrought of a restless ambition 

For none but myself, all my deeds did employ. 

I gloried in arms, I gloried in conquest. 

My death dealing cohorts were trained to my will; 
My captives, my slaves, whatever their nation, 

Men, matrons, and maids lived my whims to fulfil. 

And then I saw thee, thou fairest of maidens. 

In thee other maidens, they whom I’d distressed, 
Whose lives I had broken, whose loves I had sullied 
For what? For the glory of greed and conquest. 
I looked in thine eyes,—they mirrored my baseness; 

Thy white spirit showed me the black of my own. 
The deeds of thy life were as pools of pure waters, 
Clear, wholesome, and sweet, to deep passions 
unknown. 

Ah! Judith of Tyre, thou hast moved me and strange¬ 
ly; 

1 know not myself in this youth whom I see 
Standing opposite thee by the pool of pure waters. 

Thine eyes, Love, hath mirrored a stranger to me. 
’Tis thus with the life which we live as we listeth; 

We’re heedless, yea, ruthless, and yet deem it not 
’Till out of the shadows, a Maiden comes tripping, 

A Maiden whose spirit wears never a blot. 


Judith 

Thy song hath much to it. It hath confession; 
It maketh less of thou, and much of me. 

I have not tasted life, my Prince, thou hast. 

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Thou hast been young and heedless, ’tis thy 
right. 

But thou art strong, my Prince. It is my pride 
Thou art so strong, thou canst confess a fault. 

Thrace 

To thee alone, my Judith. 

Judith 

’Tis as well. 

What brought thee unto Tyre? I wondered oft. 
I know thou said’st something of the cause 
At Cleo’s house, but I was so surprised 
To see thee there I did not understand 
Much that was said. My thoughts were in a 
dream. 

Thrace 

I think it was the gods. In my conceit 
I deemed it was to learn how golden Tyre 
Accomplishes all her stupendous deeds. 

My country still is crude, but she is keen; 

She lacketh many things which Tyre hath. 

We would have artisans like unto Tyre. 

We would have wondrous dye works as in Tyre. 
We have the Murex, we could make the dye 
If only we knew how, so I would learn 
And teach these things to Thracian maid and 
youth. 

Judith 

Hath Tyre taught thee many things, my Thrace? 
Thrace 

In truth it has. Momentous, startling things. 
Judith 

A pupil apt thou art. What hast thou learned? 
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Thrace 

That beauteous, gorgeous Tyre a setting is 
For ornament more priceless, greater worth, 
Than all her wondrous stores of precious stones; 
That all the gold in this huge city stored 
Could purchase not one dark and silky hair 
From off my Judith’s lovely, queenly head. 
Judith 

O, Thrace, thou payest compliments to me. 
Thrace 

Who’s better worth the compliments, my own ? 
Judith 

In fashion as thou didst to Cleo? So? 

Thrace 

My Judith, no. 

Judith 

Tell me the difference, pray. 

Thrace 

When I met Cleo, I had never loved. 

When I paid Cleo court, I had not loved. 

I was a gallant then and nothing more. 

Judith 

What is the difference there? Explain to me. 
Thrace 

In all the courts of Kings, in Egypt, Tyre, 
Assyria, Carthage, where’er nobles be, 

It is a form of courtesy to praise 
And flatter all the ladies of the court. 

Thus do all gallant youths, that’s what they're 
for; 

That, and to go to war. Arts far apart, 

Yet not so far apart as they would seem; 

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For if a youth doth praise one mistress more 
Than t’other mistress deemeth that he should, 
Then there is war full plenty near and far. 

For courtly smiles are costly oftentimes. 

I needs must have fair speeches on my tongue 
And call them forth without a thought or care. 
Judith 

In truth, my Prince, how dost thou say them 
now? 

Thrace 

Thou art a little doubter! What my speech 
When I was paying Cleo compliments? 

Did I say aught of me, tell her my heart? 

Sit at her feet as now I sit at thine? 

Say “I love thee”? Give unto her my life 
As I have thee? Say “Thou are pure. Sweet¬ 
heart”? 

I fear thou lovest me not! My Judith, mine, 
Lack’st thou the thought to spell the difference? 
My Judith, I have never loved but thee. 

And, Judith, I will never love but thee. 

Thou hold’st me in the palm of thy small hand. 
Give it to me that I may rest therein. 

Dost doubt me now, thou Pearl of great Price? 
Judith 

I love thee, Prince, and true love never doubts. 

I was but playing hide and seek with words 
Lest thou shouldst be too serious in thy love. 
Thy stay in Tyre, how long is it to be ? 

Thrace 

I yet have many things to learn in Tyre. 

Judith 

What are they, Thrace? 

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Thrace 

Ah, thou art curious. 

Judith 

In truth, I am. Hast thou not given me leave? 
Thrace 

'Tis well, dear one. 

Judith 

I shall be hard to please. 

Much better thou shouldst know the intricacies 
That lie behind the fairness of my face 
E’er thou dost take me to thy inmost heart. 
Thrace 

My Judith, thou art there forever more. 

Thinkst thou that I who’ve roved the whole 
world o’er, 

Ne’er knew of love, ne’er cared of love ’till now, 
That I can be deceived in what I want? 

Thou, Sweet, art mine and thou wast born for me. 
What import how thy mood at times may be. 

Thy moods are mine, for thou art mine, Sweet¬ 
heart. 

If thou shouldst be the best of living maids, 

If thou shouldst be the worst of living maids, 

It is the same. Thou’rt mine to love, to shield, 
To live with till the gods shall call us hence. 
That is my love for thee,—no more, no less. 
Judith 

Thou doest me much honor with thy love. 

Thrace 

Thou honorest me far more than I do thee. 

Judith 

I must find occupation for the hours 
We spend together. Thou must not fail to win 
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The adventures thou cam’st here to seek, my 
Prince. 

I’ll teach to thee the lore of ancient Tyre 
And thou canst teach to me the lore of Thrace. 
Hast learned to solve the riddles Hiram scribed? 
The ones he sent to Solomon, the King, 

The Hebrew King who was so very wise ? 

His fame was heard in Tarshish, whence the 
Queen 

Of Sheba, traveling with long caravans 
Of gold and silver, precious stones, and fruits. 
And blood red wines, to test his wisdom’s power, 
(’Twas so renowned), herself alone she’d trust 
To bring report of him, of his deep thoughts. 
Thrace 

His riddles I’ve not solved. I know them not. 
I’ve solved the one that’s nearest to my heart. 
Judith 

And that— 

Thrace 

If Judith, maid of Tyre, loves me. 

Judith 

Thou hopeless art, my Thrace. 

Thrace 

Thou sayest true. 

Judith 

I have an ancient legend here at hand 
I found among my father’s many scrolls. 

’Tis from Egyptian lore some ages back. 

It interests me, mayhap, ’twill interest thee. 

I scribed it into Tyrian imagery. 

This I have learned to do. Shall I read it? 


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Thrace 

Translate far me. I’ll watch thy ruby lips 
That curve and smile while thou art thus en¬ 
gaged. 

Thy rounded cheek, the blush which comes and 
goes; 

Thy lovely hands that hold the age-old script. 

I have no thought but it will interest me. 

Judith 

Thou art profane, yet I will read to thee. 

It is so sweet to hear thee say those things 
That I’ll forgive thee all thy wantonness. 
(Reads) 


Hymn to the Sun-god. 

Out of the deep, out of the deep, 

Cometh the vanguard of Melkart, the Sun. 

Forth from his sleep, out of the deep 
Crimson barred banners across the waves run. 
Forth from the emerald caves, 

Far beneath ocean’s waves, 

Silently comes the sublime God of Day 
Silent, majestic, he taketh his way. 

Over the crags, over the crags! 

Blood red his streamers, fast changing to gold. 

God of the Day, sole majesty, 

Of the blue heavens, with power untold. 

Silent the trembling hours 
Stand ’mid the dew kist flowers 
Awed by his splendor, his advance, display, 

Awed by his grandeur, his sight-blinding ray. 

E’er thou dost die, e’er thou dost die! 

Then we thy children, may look upon thee. 

With thy last light, e’er cometh night, 

When thy pale beams o’er the far mountains flee. 
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Night shuts thy flaming eye 
Leaves thee alone to die 
Far from thy coral bed, prisoned in earth. 

Ashtoreth, Mother kind, 

Sun-God to Moon-God bind 
Steer thy spent steeds to the caves of thy birth 
That once again thou mayst have thy re-birth. 

Thrace 

My Judith, thou must teach me how to spell 
The characters that do so lightly flow 
O'er thy soft lips. ’Tis meet that I should know 
The wondrous things far hidden in thy songs. 
Great Egypt’s lore is worth the puzzling, 

My Judith. We will live a strong, clear life 
Together, when we wed. 

Judith 

We will, my Thrace. 

(Great commotion outside. Thasia comes running to 
Judith.) 

Thasia 

Thy father hath been taken prisoner! 

The dye works hath been fired, and Melities 
Was being burned to death. O help! O help! 

I found him lying on the dye house floor. 

His eyesight’s gone. He cannot walk nor stand. 
Judith 

My father prisoner! 

Thrace 

Melities burned! 

Judith 

Come rouse the city! 

Thasia 

The slaves have risen in wrath. 


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I dragged Melities from devouring flames 
And left him lying by the palace gate. 

(Turns and looks at Thrace) 

Who is that youth? 

Judith 

He is the Prince of Thrace. 

Thasia 

The Prince of Thrace! Ye Gods, the Prince of 
Thrace. 

(Thasia screams and then faints. Judith runs from 
stage crying, “Father, Father.” Thrace lifts Thasia 
in his arms and follows Judith as Curtain falls.) 


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Act 3 — Scene 1. 


Market place of Tyre. Same as Act I—Scene I. Four 
Years Later. 


Slave 

Ho, fellow. What thinkst thou, a merry time? 
Euraties 

A very merry time! What thinkest thou ? 

Slave 

’Twere better far if we our masters had. 
Euraties 

Thou hast a merry time, but I have not. 

Thou stol’st thy master’s goods when thou didst 
rise 

Against thy master when the slaves made war. 
Thy wine shop is now a sorry place, and thou 
Art sorrier than the place thou ventured for. 
What good hast done the thing thou didst to 
Tyre? 

Thou and thy kind hast brought a crew to Tyre 
That knowest naught but lust and greed and 
crime. 

Our masters,—they were king,—but Melkart’s 
priests 

Hath taken from us life and liberty. 

A freedman is to them no more than slave. 

A slave! A serpent! To be crushed and slain. 
A merry time. The slaves hath seen to that. 
What hast thou gained? Fat years of punishment. 
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Slave 

Thou sayest true. We plotted ’gainst our Tyre. 
Who wast thy master ? Didst thou slay him? No? 

Euraties 

My master was great Solon, Prince of Tyre. 
Slave 

Didst thou not slay him? None knows where 
he is. 

Euraties 

The slaves of Solon never raised a hand 
Against their master’s life. All loved him well. 
He’s gone, we know not where. We’ve sought 
for him 

Throughout our ravished Tyre but found him not, 
And grief o’er full hast dulled his palace halls. 

I know he is not gone beyond the Shades 
One of the forty thousand whom ye slew. 

Slave 

I was a slave for Cleo, Beautiful. 

She was not slain but she hath disappeared. 

Euraties 

The Prince of Tyre’s a grievous loss to Tyre. 
Had he been here he would have won the slaves 
To bringing back their masters long e’er this. 
His industries hath builded golden Tyre; 

His words were silver, shaft with points of steel. 
From chaos into order he could lead 
The half of Tyre, for them he owned or swayed. 
But look what thou hast done! Burned the huge 
vats 

That stored the Tyrian dye that made our name 
Known to all nations and revered by all. 

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Behold our Tyre is dead; no more the sound 
Of industry doth stir her silent streets. 

O, woe, deep woe! O, weep for golden Tyre. 

Slave 

The times are not so dark, do not despair. 

The priests have drunk their fill of lust and 
blood. 

Caleta, priestess of our Ashtoreth, 

Came seeking refuge at the palace gates. 

None could she find. The loyal slaves hid her 
E’er o’er-vengeful priests could seek her out. 

For lo! The palace is no refuge now. 

For there the priests hath made a banquet hall 
And doeth there the things they dare not do 
Inside the temple’s walls. A merry time! 

Euraties 

The King and all his kin are fled or gone 
Beyond the Shades from whence they come no 
more 

To rule the destinies of freedman, slave, 

Or gracious nobles in our golden Tyre. 

The ships of Tarshish idling at the docks; 

The caravan n’er walketh through the streets; 
The vineyards yield no grapes ; there is no wine 
To quench the thirst of those who work and wait 
Within the walls of Tyre for better things. 

O, mourn for Tyre, ye men and maids of Tyre! 

Slave 

Dost know who was the leader of the slaves 
Who slew their masters ? Who encouraged them ? 

Euraties 

I do not know. I was not one of them. 

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Slave 

I know not, but I know the oracles 
Said that woman singing in the streets, 

With harp and singing making melody, 

Would be the doom of Tyre, and so it was. 

’Tis said that woman was as beautiful 
As is the Queen of Heaven when at eve 
She riseth from her throne beneath the sea. 

’Tis, O, a merry time, a merry time. 

Euraties 

The priests have taken half my babes away 
To burn them in the fire to hold the wrath 
Of Ashtoreth. O, woe, woe, in Tyre! 

Slave 

Come, I will tell thee what the slaves will do 
In this extremity. We hate the priests. 

The priests hate us. I will excite the slaves. 

Do thou exhort the freedmen, citizens, 

They’ll join with us to set the city free. 
Euraties 

I will consult this night with Tyre’s fair maid. 
My Lady Judith, in her council hall. 

She hath a wisdom past her tender years. 

She loveth Tyre as she doth love her gods. 
Slave 

How shall we let this gathering be known? 
Euraties 

Entice as many to thy shop tonight 
As thou canst gather there within its walls. 
Then give thy project birth; there take the toll 
Of them who loveth Tyre and hate the priests. 
Take them while anger heats their seething blood. 
Don’t let it cool lest we meet cowards there. 

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They all have paid in blood, and wives, and 
maids, 

And in their wrath they’ll rise and with the 
sword 

Slay every hated priest within Tyre’s walls. 

Go gather thou thy cohorts. We will mete 
Out bloody justice to Tyre’s enemies. 

(Exit running as curtain falls.) 


Act 3 — Scene 2. 

(In Solon's Council Hall.) 

Judith 

It seems sometimes as if my heart would break 
With th’weight of sadness that it doth contain. 
My father,—where is he? we know not. 

The Prince of Thrace, where is he hid away? 
Thou, Leila, how thy tender heart is torn 
With the waiting and the yearning through the 
years 

For message from my father whom thou lovest. 
My little Thasia, she is always sad! 

Melities! wandering like a spirit lost, 

Among the garden flowers or distant rooms 
Seeking and mourning his lost sight, the while 
His sighing can be heard before he’s seen. 

My father’s splendid fortunes—so impaired 
That years must pass e’er they can be restored. 
My young blood turned to snow within my veins 
That day we heard the oracles of Baal; 

But had I known the cataclysm, flood 
Of happenings dire that would ensue for us, 
Our golden Tyre, and all that dwelt therein, 

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My heart had frozen with my frantic fear. 

What called such dire misfortune on our Tyre? 
Behold, our gay young Prince, his lovely bride, 
Our King of Kings, our noble Queen, all dead! 
Lost to the destinies of this our Tyre! 

Could sorrow drag us to death’s dreadful cave 
We now would be at peace within its depths. 

Leila 

’Tis well thou hast thy father’s work to do, 

Thy father’s many cares to think upon, 

Thy father’s fallen fortunes to restore, 

To take thy thoughts from these dire happenings; 
Keep them awake to more momentous tasks. 
When thou wert asking for that larger life, 
When, grasping for the dreams thou ’d set thy¬ 
self, 

Thou never in thy wildest, vastest thought 
Could see thyself as thou art now, my friend. 

Judith 

Yet, Leila, ’twas a fortunate request 
I made of Solon, Prince of Tyre. To wit. 

That he should make of me his confidant 
Concerning all his mighty works and schemes. 
For, had he not, I never could have made 
Prosperity come to his venturings 
Without his counsel, or his oversight. 

So when he comes again unto his own, 

I’ll give him back his fortunes much improved 
Since the great conflagration in our Tyre. 

May all the gods of Tyre thus hear my prayer: 
That I may be successful in my quest. 

Leila 

Thy Leila echoes all that thou would’st ask. 

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Judith 

The slaves have sworn by all the powerful gods, 
The freedmen swear by gods the slaves knew not, 
That not a hair of Solon’s head was harmed 
By one of all the workers which he had. 

The answer I have had from one and all 
Is that they loved great Solon, Prince of Tyre. 
Whence came the evil that has struck him down? 
None seem to know. They marvel at it, all. 

Leila 

It seems a mystery that none can solve. 

Judith 
It is. 

And yet it may be solved, and that e’er long. 

I whisper, Leila, for the walls have ears, 

That now the slaves, and many freedmen too, 
Regret the part they played so long ago 
In slaying their good masters. Now they pray 
To reinstate the nobles who escaped 
In their dismantled palaces, from whence 
They drove them in their rage to exile, death. 
Euraties, our own freedman, came to me, 

And told me all the industries of Tyre 
Are dying from misrule and tyranny. 

The tyranny of priests who rule the slaves 
By superstition, cruelty and greed. 

Leila 

O woe! Is Tyre thus ruled? Great, glorious Tyre? 
Judith 

I’ll tell thee how. The priests demand the maids, 
The little ones of freedmen and of slaves, 

To offer them in burning sacrifice 
To Melkart the Sun-god, and Ashtoreth. 

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Leila 

Such dreadful times as we have come upon! 
Judith 

Well you may say, my friend. Rank cruelty! 
Now they’ve despoiled the humblest of our class. 
They confiscate the wealth of citizens. 

Thus terror reigns throughout our golden Tyre, 
Whose populace is palsied with their fear. 

They know not how to check the priests’ demands 
Unless by rising in their might to hurl 
The ruthless tyrants from their high estate. 
Strong hearts are needed for this enterprise; 
Strong minds to plan its execution. 

Leila 

Well? 

Judith 

I cannot tell thee more of this grave theme. 
Strong hearts alone can keep the stream of life 
Straight flowing from its source, true to its 
course. 

The weaker wills run hither and away 
To chase the butterflies among the meads. 
Mayhap once more Tyre’s life-stream will run 
true, 

When we can find a man who’s fine enough 
To steer its course, purged of its fetid scum, 

Till limpid, clear, it reach the open sea. 

Leila 

The gods be praised! Once more the Prince of 
Tyre 

May dwell within his palace halls. Once more 
The Prince of Thrace rest ’neath our garden 
trees, 


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With thee, my Judith, for his company. 

And all our days be happy, gladsome days 
And our sore hearts be filled with thankfulness. 
(Enter messenger who salutes Judith and stands near 
the door.) 

Thy day has now begun. The merchantmen 
And masters from the ships doth claim thy time. 
I’ll wait beside the door to watch that none 
Of them who wait on thee are harsh with thee. 
I wish to guard thee from unpleasantness. 

(Exit) 

Messenger 

My Lady Judith, Carthage does send 
Two score bales of silk, each to be given 
A heavy bath of richest Tyrian dye. 

The Carthaginian galleys stay in port 
Until their silks are ready to take back. 

Judith 

Store in the council hall; the warehouses 
Are not yet in condition for these silks. 

(Aside) 

I must not turn away the trade which comes 
E’en though I fill our palace with the wares. 

Messenger 

The ships of Tarshish so long over-due 
Have entered into port. 

Judith 

The gods be praised! 

Messenger 

The masters wait an audience with thee. 

Judith 

I wait them; show them here. 


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(Enter Master) 

Master 

Ah, this is strange! 

Where is the Prince of Tyre? 

Judith 

Hast thou not heard? 

Master 

Heard what? We’ve nothing heard. What dost 
thou mean? 

We saw that fire hath eaten most of Tyre. 

What sore calamity hath ruined it? 

WTiere is the Prince of Tyre? What dost thou do 
In Solon’s council hall? Thou art a maid. 

Our large consignments have not come to thee. 
But unto Solon, merchant prince of Tyre. 

Judith 

The slaves revolted ’gainst their master’s rule. 
My father, Prince of Tyre, then disappeared, 
We know not where. We’ve searched and 
searched in vain; 

But yet, we cannot find his hiding place. 

I am the only child of Solon’s house; 

The arbiter of his great industries; 

His enterprises I am holding fast 
Until he comes and claims them his once more. 
Master 

Think thou he’s dead, hath slipped to the dark 
Shades ? 

Judith 

Our freedmen and our slaves say he’s not dead. 
Master 

May the eight Kabiri have thee in their care. 
Thou dost have need of them to guard thy steps. 
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Here are the contracts of the Tarshish ships; 
Here are the chronicles of each ship’s hold; 

The which each doth contain. 

Judith 

Yea, give them me. 

(Reads ) 

“Apes, peacocks, ’broideries, rugs and precious 
stones. 

Rich silks, gold, silver, ivory, tin and lead.” 
Good; a most precious load. Thou hast done well 
To bring such varied cargo into port. 

Our freedman shall have charge of them. Behold, 
He waiteth at the portal for thee now. 

When all is done, return for thy reward. 

(Exit Master) 

Messenger 

The Caravaneer is come. He waits for thee. 
Judith 

Well, bring him here. 

(Enter Caravaneer) 

Thou art the Caravaneer? 

(Caravaneer bows assent) 

When Melkart, fiery God, doth ride his steeds 
To greet the dawn beyond the great sea’s rim. 
Four caravans, thou sayest, leaveth Tyre, 

For Bashan, Dedan, Juda, Babylon. 

They carry pannag, honey, balm and oil, 

Rare boxwood benches, ivory inlaid; 

Brass, gold, and silver, emeralds' and glass; 
Large linen rugs and Tyrian tapestries ; 

And three score horses for the Asyrian King. 

See that these caravans have double watch. 

See to it thou hast fodder for thy beasts. 

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With pannag for thy horses, husks and grass, 
With water for thy beasts so they faint not. 

If thou dost carry all thy cargoes safe 
Thou shalt not lose when thou come safe to Tyre. 
Thou shalt bring back to Tyre both grain and 
grapes; 

Fresh water skins and thongs for golden shoes; 
See thou the merchants Johash, Isrim, Zann, 
And for the horses, the King’s over-lord. 

The gods be with thee and thy wares. May thou 
Elude the robbers of the mountain caves. 

Thy guarantee. Put thou thy hand to this. 
(Places his hand on scroll which Judith holds, salutes, 
and exits.) 

Messenger 

My Lady, here are princes from afar. 

They’re seeking Solon Prince of Tyre. 

Judith 
Tell thou 

The Lady Leila that I wish her here. 

Ask thou Melities, will he also come. 

(Exit Messenger. Returns with Leila, leading Melities 
whose eyes are covered and he carries a cane. They 
stand at hack of stage.) 

Some foreign princes seeking interviews 
With Solon, Prince of Tyre. I deemed it best 
That I should not receive them here alone, 

So I have asked thee, Leila, Melities, 

Should lend your presence for the while they’re 
here. 

(Enter three young men, dressed in gorgeous Oriental 
robes. Judith stands very erect.) 

Prince (To other two princes) 

A maiden beautiful and young. A slave? 


The customs of this Tyre are strange indeed. 

(To Judith) 

We have been sent to Solon, Prince of Tyre. 
How comest thou a seller of the wares? 

Judith 

Thou seest that our Tyre hath been laid waste. 
Her nobles have been exiled or been slain. 

I rule th’ affairs of Solon, Prince of Tyre. 

If thou dost come in peace, I welcome thee. 
Prince 

‘Twas worth the journey through the burning 
sands 

To traffic with so fair a merchant-maid. 

The maidens of our lands do veil their faces. 
The proverb runs—“The maids of Tyre are 
fair.” 

That proverb hath a strain of truth in it. 
Judith 

’Tis well. What wouldst thou have? My freed- 
man shall- 

Prince 

This Tyre hath much of beauty left in it. 

Judith 

And also courtesy. 

Prince 

Thou sayest well. 

Judith (To Messenger) 

Bring thou Euraties here. 

(To Princes) 

Since thou dost hold 
A maiden should not be a trafficker. 

My freedman shall be messenger to thee 
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And guide to show thee all our many wares 
That thou mayst choose the goods thou traveled 
for. 

(Enter Euraties) 

Euraties waits thy pleasure. 

Prince 
Be it so. 

Judith (To Euraties) 

Conduct these princes to our warehouses 
That they may choose the things they most 
desire. 

When they have chosen, bring the list to me. 
Prince 

Well said, thou maid of Tyre. Thy wisdom such 
As draweth courtesy from them who trade 
Their gold and silver for thy splendid wares. 

We shall be many months in golden Tyre. 

May meet thee once again in happier ways. 

Be not afraid. When Rashed gives his word 
’Tis never broken, save when Ashma comes 
And takes the breath away that gives that word. 
(Princes salute and Exit). 

Judith 

I thank thee. 

’Tis as well I called for thee. 

The foreign princes think the maids of Tyre 
Are puppets just to hang sweet words upon. 

My day is finished and I weary am. 

(Sinks on couch. Melities and Leila exit. Enter 
Thasia who comes to the couch and seats herself 
on the floor beside Judith.) 

Ah, Thasia, little maid, I welcome thee. 

This is the saddest time of day for me. 

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I travel o’er and o’er ways intricate 
Till I am hopeless lost in maze of thought. 

I travel the whole cycle of my life 
In blank despair and find myself at length 
Emerging from the door where in I went. 

Ah, life is strange, my Thasia, very strange. 

Thasia 

These years of woe have been sore trial to thee. 
But thou hast been magnificent in them. 

Thou hast been brave as shouldst thy father’s 
maid. 

Judith 

Tis desperation, Thasia. I’m not brave. 

Thasia 

Yea, thou art brave. We realize thou art. 

Thou hast done what no Tyrian maid hath done. 
Thou’rt managing with skill thy father’s trade; 
His industries progress as though he were 
The head of them instead of thou. His ships 
Sail distant seas; are filled with cargoes rare 
The same as when he sent them forth himself. 
The dye works, glass works, palaces and stores; 
The thousand slaves and freedmen all at work; 
Full plenty marks their daily happiness. 

Thy father’s industries of all in Tyre 
Have never ceased, though much of them were 
burned. 

Yea, Judith, thou art brave, thou art sublime. 
An untried maid to take her father’s place 
And fill it as though he were here himself. 

Do not belittle thine own powers, dear friend, 
For few there are have thy high qualities. 
Melities names thee goddess. Leila prays 
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Before her altar calling thee by name 
Through all the ritual of the mysteries. 

None dreamed the secret greatness thou pos¬ 
sessed. 

Adversity hath brought it to the light. 

Judith 

I thank thee, Thasia, for thy good report 
Of how I’ve met and conquered many cares. 
But thou forgettest that my Leila, thee, 
Melities, all my household, all my slaves, 

Have more than done their part as well as I. 

I had th’ advantage of the knowing how. 

I simply led, you bravely followed me 
Without the knowing whither, yet you came. 

My Thasia, we have met the cares that came 
And conquered them the way we each knew how. 
My heart aches for my Leila. She’s so brave. 

She loved my father more than I. Know’st thou 
They were betrothed the night he disappeared? 

Thasia 

My Judith, No! 

Judith 

This is a cruel time. 

Ah, woe, woe, woe! When will these sorrows end? 

(Enter Melities, guiding his steps with his staff. 
Thasia runs to meet him and leads him to a seat 
beside her.) 

Melities, thou art welcome. Come and rest. 

This seat at Thasia’s side calls out for thee. 

The light is slowly coming back to thee 
Through Thasia’s loving care and Leila’s skill. 
Thy crippled eyes, do they yet torture thee? 

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Melities 

They are improving slowly day by day. 

I can distinguish darkness from the light 
And see the smile on Thasia’s lovely face. 

J udith 

That’s joy indeed. E’er many days, methinks, 
Thou’lt draw once more thy splendid tapestries. 

Melities 

I’ve been bereft long years of that keen joy. 

J udith 

But not of love. Thou’st had that without stint. 
Melities 

My Lady speakest true. I have been blessed. 

J udith 

Dost thou still mourn the love which Cleo gave? 
Melities 

Ah, no, my Lady. I have learned the truth: 

The gods o’er-ruleth each man’s destiny 
Much wiser than the man can rule his own. 

’Tis better so, their wisdom is supreme. 

Man’s wisdom hath full many a flaw in it. 

Judith 

Thou speakest true, Melities; from the cup 
Of our own foolishness we oft must drink. 
Thasia 

Not thou, my Judith. Thou art wisdom’s child. 
Judith 

My Thasia, well I know thou lovest me. 

Melities, I have never questioned thee 
About the circumstances under which 
Thou found’st thyself on that dark, fatal night, 
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Trapped by the flames which burned the dye 
houses. 

How earnest thou within their doomed walls? 
Melities 

My Lady Judith, I’ll confess to thee 
The tale which I’ve endeavored patiently 
To piece together in my darkened hours 
Since my brave Thasia dragged me from the 
flames 

Which burned to cinders thy great dye houses. 
My Lady Judith, I am glad indeed 
That thou hast put this question unto me. 

When thou hast heard with wisdom, thou canst 
judge 

If I’m responsible for all thy woes. 

Judith 

Melities, what is this? Hast kept from me 
The knowledge that would lead me to the place 
Where is confined my father, Prince of Tyre? 

My Thasia said she heard my father’s voice 
As she was pulling thee from out the flames— 
Echoing through the dim vastness of the night. 
Melities 

I have no knowledge of the Prince of Tyre 
And but a hazy knowledge of myself. 

Judith 

Thy words are good to hear. Proceed, my friend. 
Melities 

That day I’d spent with Cleo, wandering 
Amid the cedar groves, the golden courts 
Of Ashtoreth’s sumptuous Temple of the Isle. 
My Lady Cleo led me where she willed. 

I was her sport in amorous dallying; 

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Her toy, her plaything, and her spineless slave. 
My love intoxication, nothing less. 

As night grew old, we surfeited with love, 
Craved novel joys for our dulled appetite. 

Then Cleo recommend we play a game; 

I should be Solon, she the Lady Jude; 

I wear a snowy beard, use Solon’s voice, 

All gates of Tyre be open wide to us. 

And thus we did and many a prank we played. 
She played upon her harp, made melody, 

With harp and singing, she made melody. 

We roved abroad all through the darkened hours. 
All men in Tyre seemed to be following us. 

How came we to thy works, how entrance gained, 
I cannot piece that picture even yet, 

For long e’er then I was bewildered, dazed. 

I could not tell my right hand from my left; 

All else is blank e’en in my thought, today. 

I nothing knew ’till I heard Leila’s voice 
Say kindly, “Judith, he is resting now”. 

Judith 

A sad recital for so famed a man, 

Thus to succumb thy wisdom to a maid! 

Melities 

True, Lady, but I’m one of many more. 

The ages have been filled with just such fools. 
Methinks e’en now the breed is flourishing. 
Judith 

The pity of it. Yet thy words are true. 
Melities 

Since I have told to thee my worser self 
And crave thy tender lenience for the same, 

My Lady Judith, I crave gift from thee 
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That thou wilt give me Thasia for my wife. 
Methinks she knows me better than do I. 

Judith 

Melities, dost thou love my Thracian maid? 
Melities 

My love for her is what thou wilt approve. 

She saved my life, I give it unto her. 

I would not ask thee for thy Thasia’s hand 
Until I knew my lost sight would return. 

Judith 

And Thasia, what say’st thou, my little maid, 
Dost love Melities? Wish to share his fame? 

He will be famous, little Thracian maid. 

Thasia 

I love Melities. I would go with him 
Wherever fame doth lead or duty point. 

My Judith, I have now a tale for thee 
That thou with all thy wisdom never found. 

This little Thasia whom thou lovest well 
Is sister to thy loved one, Prince of Thrace. 
Judith 

What, Thasia ? Let me hear thy words once more. 
Thasia 

I am the sister of the Prince of Thrace. 

Upon the night he told to thee his love 

Thou saidst thou didst not wish to be disturbed. 

Thou wanted all the garden to thyself. 

I deemed that he had gone and came to tell 
Thee of thy father and th’ revolting salves, 

But he was with thee still. He heard my voice, 
His face he turned toward me, and then I saw 
He was my brother, Hector, Prince of Thrace. 
Thou knowest I love thee, Judith mine! 

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Judith 

Then thou didst swoon. Thou surely wast amazed, 
O Thasia, sister Thasia now, in truth. 

O, thou hast made me happy, Thasia child. 
Thasia 

Melities, I now come to thee no slave. 

I am of rank the equal of thine own, 

The sister of thy friend, one whom you loved. 

I will not shame thee by my low estate. 

Melities 

For thine own self, my love, it pleaseth me 
To know thou art no slave. For thee, I know, 
It seemeth good that thou wilt rank with me. 

But if thou were a slave or were thou not, 

I never gave it heed. Thou art my love. 
Enough. For thou art mine and only mine. 
Thasia 

Dear Judith, with Melities, gaining sight, 

We will renew the search for our dear ones, 

The Prince of Tyre, also the Prince of Thrace. 

(Enter Messenger) 

Messenger 

Euraties, freedman, he would speak with thee 
My Lady Judith, in thy audience hall. 

Judith 

Tell him to wait. I’ll see him presently. 

(Exit Messenger) 

No doubt he brings the list I asked him to, 

The list of merchandise the Princes bought. 
Wait here a moment while I speak with him. 

I wish to tell to Leila our glad tale. 


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(Exit Judith. Melities embraces Thasia. Judith re¬ 
enters, showing great agitation but tries to hide it 
from Thasia and Melities.) 

Come Thasia, come Melities, let us go. 

(All exit as curtain falls.) 


Act 3 — Scene 3. 

(In Melkart’s Temple.) 

Judith 

I crave an audience with Ithobel 

High Priest of Melkart’s Temple; Governor 

And Lord of Ashtoreth, and also Tyre. 

Tell him the Lady Judith asks for him. 

(Exit Acolyte. Judith is seated. Acolyte enters alone. 
Takes his place at door.) 

Hast thou conveyed my message to thy Priest? 
Acolyte 

Yea. He’ll come when he's at liberty. 

Judith 

Go say to him the Lady Judith waits. 

(Exit Acolyte. Judith waits impatiently. Acolyte 
enters alone. Resumes his place at door.) 

Acolyte 

What do you wish of him? He said to say 
That he is busy with the mysteries. 

Judith 

Take thou this message to Priest Ithobel: 

“If thou comest not within a moment’s time 
The Lady Judith and her followers 
Will then construe thy absence as a sign 


They may proceed to carry out the plan 
They’ve formulated for this evening’s work 
Without resistance from the Lord High Priest, 
Or anyone within the Temple’s walls.” 

(Acolyte exit. Enter Acolyte and Ithobel.) 

Ithobel 

The Lady Judith summons me to her, 

With a message I interpret as a threat. 

Judith 

It is, my Lord High Priest. Thou translatest 
right. 

Ithobel 

Thou, Lady Judith, thou, so, summon me! 

Thou must be steeped in arrogance, to bid 
The great High Priest who keepest Melkart’s 
power, 

Bestowing it upon whomso he wills. 

I, Melkart’s Priest, to come at thy command! 
Judith 

But thou hast come. 

Ithobel 

Yea, I have come. What dost thou wish of me? 
Judith 

My Lord, the word has been received by me 
Thou hast as prisoner within this house 
My venerable father, Prince of Tyre. 

I’ve come to beg most earnestly of thee 
That thou release my father unto me, 

Ithobel 

In truth, sweet maid, did it occur to thee 
Before thou earnest to this holy house,— 
Suppose this gossip thou hast heard is true— 

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’Twere possible that I might disregard 

Thy small request, made, as thou knowest how, 

With modesty? 

Judith 

I feared as much. Therefore 
For that event I fully am prepared. 

Ithohel 

My Lady Judith, no doubt Melkart’s priests 
Hath many scandal-mongers in their midst, 
Who go about among the laity 
Dispensing odd, prodigious, shocking tales, 
Purported to have happened in this house. 

My Lady Jude of Tyre had better keep 

Her ears fast closed against these false reports. 

Judith 

My Lord, facetious is, but we waste time. 

I recommend unto great Melkart’s priest. 

The opposite that he has councelled me. 

’Tis that he ope his ears, his eyes as well, 

To ominous murmurings ’gainst him, Holy Priest. 
To the dark looks for him when he is seen 
By citizens, slaves, freedmen, galley-slaves 
Who row our ships, and even sailors all. 

No soldier scribes thy letter on his shield 
E’er he goes forth to war. Thou hated art. 

I come to thee tonight a maid of peace. 

My word would in a flash of heaven’s fire 
Surround thee with a crowd of enemies, 

All primed to do thee bodily violence. 

I come alone to meet thee. I would save 
My father’s eyes beholding bloody strife. 

My Lord High Priest, I, Judith, you’ll obey 
Because I have the power to will it so. 

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Thinkst thou I was the maid to place myself 
Within thy power unless I knew my own? 

Thou under-rate thy adversaries, Priest. 

Thou art a traitor to our Ashtoreth! 

Thou art a traitor to our city Tyre! 

Thou wast a traitor to our King of Kings! 
Thou’sf levied taxes on our citizens 
’Till they are frenzied with the toll they pay. 
Thou hast demanded wives, maids, babes of them 
To practise cruelties unthought on them. 

Things that bring shame on Tyre and Melkart’s 
house. 

Choose, Ithobel, this night, whom thou shalt 
serve. 

Shall it be Judith and her followers? 

Or shall it be the citizens out there? 

Ithobel 

I will not yield to thee nor citizens. 

I, Ithobel, yield to a maid! Begone! 

Thy father, a heretic, Jude of Tyre. 

He did not come to hear the oracles. 

When Melkart’s Golden Image was brought forth 
He was not there. You know as well as I 
The King commanded that all nations, tribes, 

All strangers in our gates, all Tyrians 
Should bow the knee to Melkart’s effigy 
Or suffer torments in dire punishment. 

He did command thy father to be seized. 

I only carried out the King’s command. 

I was not traitor to our King of Kings. 
Apostate woman, go! Share thou the cell 
Inhabited by Solon! N’er again 
Shalt thou revile great Melkart’s chosen priest! 
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Ye acolytes, seize her and take her down 
Into the super-cells where never ray 
Of golden light shall cross her frenzied sight. 

(No one moves to touch Judith, who stands looking at 
Ithobel, drawn up to her full height.) 

Rise! Seize, I say! Why tarry ? Do my will! 
Judith 

Let one but stir to even touch my robe. 

There’ll not one priest be left to tell of it. 
Ithohel 

Ye scum of Tyre! Ye yellow livered crew! 

Will ye stand by and hear your priest reviled? 
Forth! Take her to the fire! The fire! The fire! 
(No one moves. Ithobel slowly turns and looks at 
Judith, who smiles.) 

J udith 

Now, bring the Prince of Tyre forth to me. 

The time is short. Haste is thy safety. 

(Ithobel slowly turns to acolytes and beckons them 
toward door. Absolute silence until they return 
carrying Solon on a litter. He is very emaciated. 
Judith kneels beside litter which they set on the 
floor. Euraties steps from behind curtains.) 

Judith 

My father! O, ye gods be praised, be praised! 
O, what a pitiable sight. O tears, 

Blind thou my eyes, cloud girl hood memory 
That I may not recall what once he was, 

And pour my wrath in an unstinted stream 
Upon the human fiends who brought to pass 
This ruin upon Solon, Prince of Tyre. 

He was the tower, the bulwark of our times! 
Euraties, see. This they have made of him. 
(Solon clings to Judith) 

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Solon 

My Judith, O my Judith, thou hast come 
To save thy father from his living death. 

Thou couldst not know the agony, the throes 
Of anguish they have heaped on me since first 
They flung me in that loathsome, noisome pit. 
Take me away, my Judith, far away 
Where I may be at peace, may rest, may rest. 

(Sinks back, wearily on litter) 

Judith 

My father, fear not. Leila waits for thee. 

Euraties and the citizens of Tyre 

Will leave thee safe within thy palace walls. 

I stay to finish my dread errand here. 

Euraties 

My Lady, I have sent a messenger 
Advising Lady Leila that we come. 

Judith 

Euraties, thou art kind. Deal patiently 
With him thou lovest. Father, fare thee well. 
(Euraties beckons to slaves outside. They enter, lift 
the litter and carry Solon away. Judith stands in 
doorway watching them until they disappear. She 
motions citizens to enter.) 

What is the sentiment of all men here 
Concerning Ithobel, High Priest of Tyre? 
Citizen 

He’s had no mercy for our citizens. 

Likewise no mercy shall be shown to him. 
Judith 

I have a covenant upon this scroll 
Which I will read to all this company. 

If so it pleases you, you can express 
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Your approbation, saying, “Covenant.” 

(Reads) 

“I hereby publish that I, Ithobel, High Priest of 
Melkart’s Temple, House of Ashtoreth, and regent 
of Tyre’s city, at the request of Judith, daughter of 
Solon, Prince of Tyre, and the citizens and freed- 
men of Tyre, thereof, do relinquish all sovereignty 
I hitherto have held over Temple and City. I do 
confess I have been a traitor to the best interest of 
the peoples and the gods whom I had sworn to serve. 
I give all my treasure and goods to the city of Tyre 
so that it may be used to rebuild the public places, 
destroj r ed by the uprising of the slaves; for had I 
fulfilled my priestly offices in sincerity toward the 
gods, the gods would have blessed my efforts with 
the people and would have averted that terrible 
slaughter.” 

Crowd 

The covenant! The covenant! 

Judith 

The citizens have willed 

That thou shalt sign the covenant. 

(Ithobel goes to table and signs) 

Go, hated Priest. Go drink the poison cup. 

It is the last fine deed you’ll ever do. 

(She points to door. Citizens open a lane for him to 
pass through. Ithobel slowly, with bowed head and 
dragging feet, exits. Crowd scoff and jeer. After 
he is gone, Judith passes out while crowd cheers 
and praises her.) 

( Curtain) 

Act 3 — Scene 4. 

Solon’s Council Hall. 

Leila 

The city’s seething, so Euraties says, 

With thine exploit of yestereve. They praise 
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Thy bravery in rescuing the Prince 
And causing Ithobel to be expelled 
As governor of Tyre and Melkart’s priest. 

The citizens are proud of what thou’st done, 
And wish to honor thee. 

Judith 

I wish it not! 

Why proud of me, my Leila? I’ve done naught 
They should be proud of. I am proud of them. 
If one in Tyre be proud, ’tis surely I. 

Proud of the people, that they trusted me. 

I should have failed, had it not been for them. 
They were magnificent to trust a maid. 

All that they lacked was a bold leadership. 
Solon 

My Judith gave them that, my little one. 
Expelling a high priest is grave offence 
Against the hierarchy of ancient Tyre. 

I marvel has it e’er been done ’till now. 

Priest Ithobel had lost his high estate 
Among the city’s citizens and priests. 

All were prepared in heart for this revolt 
Against the cruelties which had been waged. 

’Tis rumored that he took your good advice 
And drank the poison cup, thanks to the gods! 
’Tis well, he’ll trouble us and Tyre no more. 
Judith 

His last fine deed! They say the Prince of 
Thrace 

Is not confined within the temple’s walls. 

In truth there are no prisoners there. The 
priests 

Released them all last ev’n to their friends. 

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There are many happy homes in Tyre today. 

My father, art thou stronger? It seems so, 
Thou shalt be strong and happy once again, 
With Leila as thy nurse and comforter. 

Behold Melities, she’s made him anew. 

There’s none in Tyre as competent asi she. 

Leila 

My Judith, thou dost underrate thyself. 

Judith 

When I have found the Prince of Thrace, ah, 
then 

I’ll have accomplished something worth the while. 
My father, art thou pleased Melities hath 
Asked little Thasia to become his bride? 

Dost know she is a sister of my Thrace? 

She, when a child, was stolen from her home, 
Her Thracian home, and brought to Tyre for 
sale. 

She was so lovely that the robbers knew 
Her price would make them rich for all their 
days. 

How fortunate that she was bought by thee 
To be my small companion and my friend. 

She’ll be my sister now. 

Solon 

Yea, I am pleased. 

Melities will be famous now his eyes 
Are mending with my lovely Leila’s care. 

Once more he’ll draw the tapestries ; once more 
His splendid portraits and his crystal toys 
Shall be the talk of every land and Tyre. 

Ah, he must draw thy portrait, Judith mine. 
That I behold it e’er mine eyes grow dim. 

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For Judith, I’m so proud of thee, my child. 
Thou hast fulfilled, and more, thy promises. 
Judith 

Thou still must give me toys in compliments 
And portraits of myself. Ah, father mine, 

Thy heart, as tender as it was of old! 

I never shall outgrow thy love for me. 

Solon 

’Tis happiness to be at home once more. 

To take my place again, a Prince of Tyre. 

I had expected to receive rewards 

From our great King for services performed. 

Instead, I was incarcerated in a tomb; 

A tomb beneath the floors of Melkart’s house. 

I do not understand why thus it was. 

Leila 

Nor I, dear lord! 

Solon 

It may have saved my life, my being there. 

For had I been at liberty that night 
The slaves, mayhap, had sent me to the Shades. 
At least I am alive; can take my place 
Among the citizens of Tyre once more 
Without a blot upon my noble name. 

Leila 

Thou canst, my lord. The gods are good to thee. 
Judith 

How wast thou taken from thy house that night? 
Solon 

I started for the banquet of the King; 

Beheld flames reddening the sombre sky. 

I traced them to the dye house. E’er my feet 
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Could cross to where the fire was burning, I 
Was gagged, blindfolded, carried by two men— 
I deemed them priests,—to Ithobel the Priest, 
And cast with violence in that vile cell 
From which you rescued me. Priest Ithobel 
At Melkart’s dawning light, came to me there. 
He said he had but done the King’s command. 
Thou hadst the rest from Ithobel thyself. 

E’er I was seized, I recognized, me thought, 

My Cleo standing in the burning house. 

Why was she there? Strange she should be 
abroad. 

Where is our Cleo? Is she still in Tyre? 

Judith 

We know not where she is. Some say she 
Was wife to the past King with many more. 
Melities told me once a weird tale, 

That he and Cleo had begun the fire. 

She drugged him, had been with him all the night 
And he, poor fool, did as she bade him do. 

Our Thasia, seeing flames burst from the house. 
Went forth to see the cause thereof. Then she 
Found poor Melities gasping on the floor, 

His robes, his hair, his eyes, scorched by the 
flames. 

He could not stand upright. She dragged him 
forth, 

From out the burning house unto the gate. 
That’s how he lost his eyesight, how he comes 
To be a member of thy house today. 

Solon 

The thing is strange. Melities, I will ask 
How he and Cleo happened to be there. 

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(Enter messenger. Hands Judith a scroll which she 
glances over.) 

Judith 

Hark, father, to this proclamation: 

“Obar, who has been chosen to take the place 
Left vacant by the death of Ithobel, 

Hath sent this proclamation unto Tyre: 

‘At the great feast of the new moon, at dawn 
Before Great Melkhart leaves his resting place 
Beneath the waters of the wide Blue Sea, 

All peoples, nations, tribes, in golden Tyre 
Shall meet together in the public place 
To choose a King for Tyre and ancient Tyre. 

The youths of every nation, peoples, tribes. 

Within the walls of Tyre or ancient Tyre, 

Assemble shall before the public place. 

The youth who first sees Melkart’s radiant light 
Shall kneel to worship, and without a sound 
Shall bow himself before our glorious Sun. 

The people then shall know he’s seen the light. 

He shall be crowned with mighty majesty. 

And henceforth shall be King of Kings in Tyre P 
Thus sayeth Obar, Priest of Priests, in Tyre.” 

How wonderful! We must attend the feast. 

The sight will be magnificent, in truth. 

O, how I hope my father can be there 
To show his loyalty to golden Tyre, 

Unto her gods, her splendor, and her power. 
Leila 

Of every noble house in Tyre ’ll be there. 
Melities, Thasia, Judith, every son 
Of every noble house in Tyre ’ll be there. 

For King we wish a man whose character. 

Is broad and deep, a noble man ’mong men. 

Judith 

Thou sayest true, my Leila, he must be. 

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If I could find the Prince of Thrace ! Ah, me, 

He is a man. He’d be a King, in truth. 

(Enter Thasia and Melities) 

Melities 

My Prince of Tyre, Thasia and I have come 
To crave thy blessing on our marriage day. 
Solon 

Kneel, children. May thy days forever be 
Like wells of water in a thirty land; 

Refreshing all who come within thy reach 
With thy pure living and thy helpfulness. 

Thasia 

We thank thee, Prince of Tyre. May happiness 
Attend thy Lady Leila and thyself 
Through a long life. Thou well deserveth both 
For all thy goodness to this Thracian maid. 
Solon 

Melities, dost thou love our Thracian maid? 
Melities 

I’ve loved her ever since I heard her voice 
Upon the fatal night when thou wast ta’en. 
Judith 

The King has passed unto his sepulchre. 

Thou mightst have Cleo for the asking now. 
She was a royal wife with many more. 

She still may claim her sovereignty over thee. 
Thou mayst repent my little Thracian maid. 

Melities 

Thinkest thou I am a monster, maid of Tyre? 
Judith 

I would but test thee and thy love for her. 

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(Enter Cleo u/nnoticed. She stands listening to Meli¬ 
ties. She is in her royal robes.) 

Melities 

I Thasia love. Away with Cleo. Hence! 

I’ll none of that vile temptress of Tyre! 

Cleo 

Ha-ha, Melities, I come just in time 

(All turn and look at Cleo. Leila and Solon slip out. 
Thasia clings to Melities. Judith draws back in 
surprise.) 

To hear thy scathing censure of myself. 

My friend, thy heart hath had a sudden change. 
“I love my Thasia”. Thasia, thou art blest 
To have a love fine as Melities gives. 

Methinks I do recall some burning words 
Spoke to this Cleo, he doth scorn so hot. 

He swore he would be true to me. Behold, 

He leaveth me to marry with a slave. 

His love is like the weather cock. Doth turn 
With every change of wind. Beware, thou maid. 
Melities 

Yea, I did love thee once, or thought I did. 

But thou didst slay the love thou gavest birth. 
Thou slew my love, and thou didst slay thine 
own. 

Now thou shalt wander over all the earth 
Seeking what thou wilt never find—true Love. 
When thou didst wreck my Judith's fortunes, 
then 

Thou wrecked thine own for ever, ever more. 
The pity of it, Cleo, maid of Tyre. 

Cleo 

A prophet thou, though without much repute. 
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I rule my life to my imperious will. 

Who gave thee leave to censure Cleo, Queen? 
Begone! I will not stoop to speak with thee. 

(Melities bows mockingly and he and Thasia exit. 
Judith draws back gathering her robes around her.) 

Ah, Judith, wrap thy mantle ’round thyself 
Lest it may touch the hem of my rich robe; 

For thou art Solon’s dove; thou art too chaste 
To touch the robe of Cleo, Queen of Tyre. 

Thou dost rejoice today. Thy name rings out 
With wild acclaim because, forsooth, thou hast 
Slain one old man, another thou hast saved. 
Small virtue in thy act. A childish act. 

I heed it not, this wild acclaim for thee! 

Judith 

WTiy didst thou speak of it, if thou carest not ? 
For thou didst speak of it, it was not I. 

WTiy dost thou come to me, thou Queen of Tyre? 
I w’ant thee not. Stay in thy palace halls. 

Clco 

Think’st thou I came because I deemed thou 
didst? 

I came to say I hate thee, Jude of Tyre. 

Judith 

A knowledge which I have. Thou wastest time. 
Cleo 

I think not so. Again, I hate thee, Jude! 

Thou deemed thou knewest thy young kinswo¬ 
man. 

Thou thought thou loved me; yea, because, 
forsooth, 

I was at many times thy playfellow. 

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Thou never knewest me; thou lov’st me not. 
Thou never knew the passion in my heart. 

Thou wert so cold, thou could’st not understand. 
Thou could’st not read the vision which I wove 
Within my heart which told of power and fame. 
Thou wert a vestal virgin in thy thought 
But I—I was a maid of fire, of schemes, 

Wherein I always led in power and love. 

And thus it was till love came to us both. 

Judith 

Till love came to us both? What dost thou mean? 
Cleo 

What do I mean? What thinkest thou I mean? 
Think’st thou art the only maid who loves? 
Once more I say—till love came to us both. 
Judith 

Till love came to us both. And then, what then? 
Cleo 

You won. 

Judith 

The love thou cravest, that, I won? 

And then- 

Cleo 

Thou hast it .not. 

Judith 

It not? And why? 

Cleo 

Why dost thou ask me that? 

Judith 

I ask thee that. 

Cleo 

How should I know. Thou shalt not question me. 
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I am a Queen. Thou shalt not question me. 
Judith 

Why didst thou come to me? 

Cleo 

It was, mayhap 

To see Melities choose his bride. Ha, ha! 
Judith 

Thy thoughts in a mysterious fashion work. 
Thou art afraid, my Cleo. Thy heart quakes. 

Cleo 

Afraid? The Queen of Tyre afraid? Of whom? 
Judith 

Afraid, and of thyself, my Queen of Tyre, 
Thou art. Thy love hast warned thee. Thou 
darest not, 

For all thy bravery, its dire portent slight. 

Cleo 

I came to talk Melities and his love. 

He is a wanton sight. Once he was great. 

Now he must feel his way with a strong staff, 
Like to an ancient man. His sight is gone. 

He palled on me, he irked me with his love. 

I craved him not, so then, why should he live? 
He did full justice to my wondrous charms. 

He made me Queen of Tyre,—so said the King— 
With his true portrait of my loveliness. 

I needed him no more, why should he live ? 

Bah, he’s a common man! A slave for wife! 

Judith 

My Thasia’s not a slave. She ranks with thee. 
She is the sister of the Prince of Thrace. 

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Cleo 

What sayest thou? A sister of the Prince? 

In truth, my schemes are balked at every turn. 

I will not tell her of the Prince of Thrace. 

Judith 

Cleo- 

Cleo 

I had forgot that she was here. 

Judith 

Thou earnest to me to ease thy heart, this day. 
Speak thou thy words. Go. Trouble me no more. 
Cleo 

I’ll speak my words. In truth, I must! I must! 
Because thou’st won. I hate thee, and I swear 
By all the gods of woe to make thee pay! 

I hate thee now, I hate thee for all time! 

I’ve taken my revenge in fire, and thou 
For many years will feel my little hand 
Upon the industries thy father built. 

I’ve taken my revenge in culumny. 

Rememb’rest thou when spoke the oracle 
From Melkart’s court, the first that thou didst 
hear? 

Thy father was not there, he told me so. 

I to the King; I told him what I knew, 

I hinted Solon was a heretic 
WIio would not bow before the Golden God 
The King of Kings had set in Melkart’s court. 
The King was worth and swore upon his seal 
That Solon’s punishment would be for aye 
To serve the god he’d slighted, day and night. 
Ah, that revenge was sweet. The King loved me 
For being so desirous that his power 
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Should be supreme in Tyre, and I am Queen. 

Judith 

And was my Cleo happy in her love? 

A gracious honor to be Queen of Tyre. 

Cleo 

Revenge that is the sweetest now has come. 

(Pause) 

The Prince of Thrace. 

Strange where the Prince has gone. 

(That tells. Revenge is sweet, ah, doubly sweet, 
When I behold thy wan and bloodless cheek.) 
Judith 

The Prince of Thrace, my Cleo. What of him? 
Cleo 

Ha-ha-ha, my Judith. Would’st thou know of 
him? 

Judith 

In thy good time. 

Cleo 

Ha-ha-ha in my good time! 

Thou art so amusing in thy graciousness. 
(Menacingly) 

I will not tell thee of the Prince of Thrace. 

Judith 

Thou earnest to tell me of the Prince of Thrace. 
Cleo 

I’ll tell thee of the Prince another day. 

Judith 

As thou dost wish. Where art thou going now? 
Cleo 

The thing I came to tell thee tortures thee 
Although thou art so gracious in thy poise. 

116 


The palace dungeon holds the Prince of Thrace. 
I put him there to have him near myself. 

Three times each day I sought his darkened cell. 
Three time each day I used my every art, 

My every fascination and my charm; 

Trailed e'en my royal robes to his dark cell 
To have him say, “I love thee. I am thine/* 

I offered wealth, and life, and power, and love, 
To have him say, “I love thee. I am thine.'* 

I tortured him in every way I knew 
To have him say, “I love thee. I am thine.*' 
Ah, Judith, how I hate thee. Thou hast won. 

If ever thou dost see the Prince of Thrace 
Thou shalt not know him for thy Prince of 
Thrace. 

A dungeon cell leads not to a long life 
Nor happiness, nor health, nor beauty’s crest. 

Judith (Aside) 

Thou fiend! Thou art no woman. Thou’rt a fiend! 
Cleo 

His eye is sunken and his cheek is white. 

But yet he would not say, “Cleo, I'm thine.'* 
Thou hearest my fell tale with dignity. 

Thou art so cold, so passionless, so calm. 

Yet I have tortured thee, have tortured thee. 

I go to wed the King of Israel. 

Thou ne’er shall look upon my face again. 

I will forget this Tyre, yea, e’en my name 
I’ll leave in Tyre when I go forth to wed. 

As Jezebel, in Israel, I'll be known. 

Which meaneth chaste and good and pure. 
Think'st thou 

This name is one I've earned in golden Tyre ? 

117 


J udith 

My Cleo, thou hast had thy little hour. 

With travail thou hast won the poor, small gain 
Of pleasure thou hast felt, for other’s pain. 
Thou’st spent the years of thy young girlhood’s 
life 

In training thy poor heart to selfishness. 

What hast thou won? Thou sayest I have won. 
Thou sayest I am cold. I am not cold. 

But I am patient, Cleo; I know well 
Thy love for Hector, my dear Prince of Thrace, 
Drove thee to come to me when thou hadst lost. 
I knew in thine own time thou wouldst tell me 
Where thou hadst hid my Prince. I bide my time. 
Now thou wilt come with me, show me the place 
My Prince lies hidden ’neath the palace walls. 
Now I shall torture thee, for thou wilt see 
The happiness, the glory that is mine 
When I and my dear Prince shall meet once 
more. 

Thy slaves, they will abide here while we go, 
Just thou and I, my Cleo, to the cell 
Where thou hast hid my Prince. Then shalt thou 

see 

What thou hast never known—true happiness. 
Then all thy life thou’lt have the memory 
Stamped on thy heart, through all thy weary 
years, 

The joy with which he greets me, and his joy 
When he doth hold me in his weary arms. 

Thus my beloved is mine and I am his. 

Then, Cleo, I shall have my little hour. 

But, O, my hour will last through all my life! 
Come, I become impatient for my love. 

(Judith and Cleo exit as curtain falls.) 

118 


Act 3 — Scene 5. 

(As curtain rises, multitude are assembled on the 
'public square. All turning toward left (the east) 
except Thrace who is in the foreground, turned 
toward the right (the west). As ray of light strikes 
the top of the temple, the trumpeters sound the 
trumpets, as Thrace kneels. Judith comes and 
kneels beside him. All turn toward Thrace and 
Judith.) 

Chorus 

God of the Light 
Powerful in might, 

Thy people wait for thy dread majesty. 

Darkness will flee 
At sight of thee. 

Mount to thy throne in the far azure sky. 

The earth is thine; 

The sea is thine; 

Thine lakes and rivers, mountains and vale. 

Great Melkart, we 
Sing praise to thee 

So that the day over night may prevail. 

(Obar motions for Thrace and Judith to come to the 
platform. They kneel before him. Obar anoints 
Thrace. The royal robes are put on Thrace and 
Judith.) 

Obar 

My Prince of Thrace, thou hast come this day 
to a position of great dignity and trust—that of 
the King of Tyre. Harken thou to the will of 
the people and rule justly. Our city has passed 
through grievous trials and hath been purged 
from much wickedness. May Melkart bless thee 
with a glorious reign and may thy fame for wis¬ 
dom be heard of all nations, kingdoms, and tribes. 


119 


(Obar places a crown on Thrace’s head and gives him 
the staff of office. He then anoints Judith.) 

Chorus 

Warm thou the earth 
Who gave us birth 

Earth who hath nursed us upon her soft bosom. 
From her springs life 
With joyance rife 

Joy from the seed to the first fragrant blossom. 
Obar 

Judith of Tyre, I crown thee Queen of Tyre 
with a symbol which can be seen, for thou hast 
been crowned before with the love of a great 
people, the citizens of golden Tyre. Thy name 
shall go down the ages as a woman of wonderful 
honor and power, unexcelled in the history of 
our magnificent city. Thou shalt be blessed with 
a glorious reign for thou hast the love of thy 
people. 

(Obar places crown on Judith’s head and citizens 
cheer.) 

Chorus 

Thy blazing ray 
O God of Day, 

Hold from thy people, its hot, scorching fire. 

Its burning breath 
Stings earth to death 
O, Baal-Shemesh, thy long rays are dire. 

Praise, praise, we sing. 

The while we bring 

Our morning anthem to Baal-Melkart. 

Thy light devine 
On Tyre shine, 

Shine on her temples our golden Tyre’s heart 
120 


(Judith and Thrace rise and sit on the throne. Citizens 
all how before them except Cleo, who stands. Judith 
and Thrace see her and draw themselves up to show 
their contempt of her. As people rise Cleo speaks.) 

Cleo 

My degradation is complete. My hate 
Of Judith was of no avail. I go to Israel. 

(Exit Cleo) 

Chorus 


Sing of the glories of Tyre. 

Sing of the wonders of her greatness. 

Sing of the vastness of her temples, their splendor 
and their dignity. 

Sing of the magnificence of her feasts on her holy 
days. 

Exalt to the heavens the praise of her priests, their 
pomp and their holiness. 

The Priests of Tyre are her bulwark; they are the 
salvation of golden Tyre. 

Therefore do them homage; bow the knee to them 
and worship them. 

Make a loud noise with the trumpets, lute, comet, 
and timbral. 

Dance the holy dance and sing praises. 

Rejoice all ye people and bow the knee to your gods. 

Then shall the gods give Tyre great honor and 
blessing. 


(As singing is concluded the holy dancing vestal vir¬ 
gins enter and dance the Holy dance or ballet. 
Curtain falls at end of ballet.) 


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